As if I had to have some reason to fear the water when I was always attracted to it. As you know, we are born under the signs aquatic -mine is the Scorpio- we feel a natural predilection for the liquid element. It also states that possess some psychic gifts, but this is another matter. In any case, this was the approach of that strange man who could not even describe it depended salvation of my soul-which, said in daylight, it is somewhat ambiguous. Before dying in a strange car accident my father was so obsessed with this issue which used to repeat frequently. Later, it was no longer necessary, since my mother raised me between mountains, well away from the light, noise and smells of the sea. But sooner or later it happens that has to happen. I was studying at a university in the Midwest when my mother died. A week later, he died my paternal uncle Alfred, inheriting everything he as possessed. I had not come to know, was the excentric of the family of my father and it looks like I was the only direct descendant of the family of my father and hence, the only heir to the possessions of my ilk. I went to the office of lawyer who was in charge of resolving the legacy of my uncle and me that I had given possession of a manor house in a village called Innsmouth Massachusetts, a comfortable amount of money and carved in a chain antique silver that was deposited in the safe of the mansion. Knowing all this I decided to move the people to take possession of the property. My first action was to use the monetary value to pay off all debts that had, subtract enough money even after this as to avoid having to go back to school, nor myself obliged to undertake work that I do not fancy. My purpose was precisely to carry out what I had been banned for twenty years ... see the sea and perhaps buy a sailboat, a yacht or what we would like ... But things were not as I had hoped. I moved to Innsmouth and I found a really strange people. The houses were almost all manufacturing colonial built in wood and with this peculiar style that prevails in New England, with roofs weevils and strange loft windows sealed. People were not cordial and looked to outsiders with suspicion. However, some smiled when I find out who I was, but their smiles had something strange and enigmatic, as if they knew something shameful uncle of Alfred. Fortunately I was able to finally move into the house. This was materially hanging on the cliffs that dominated the Bay of Innsmouth. It gave the impression that this was a beast of a distant past hunched and vigilant. There I received a man who said to be the former secretary of my uncle. It was height and width of shoulders and dressed entirely in black. Her blond hair and his complexion was very pale. A strange rictus of barely disguised cruelty seemed to dance in the average smile that drew on his lips. I drove to the inside where I could easily see that my uncle had felt an attraction almost morbid by the sea. The library books, tapestries from the walls and even wood carvings scattered throughout the rooms, all referred to strange and fearsome marine deities or strange occurrences associated with oceans. The strange man in black made me move to the office of my uncle, chaired by a huge tapestry woven in which he was a disturbing figure. These were some strange perversion of the figure of Scorpio, when the constellation probably had a different aspect of that now. Itself she handled of a being which she guessed cyclopeous , scaly and biped with vague reminiscences humanoids. Two of bat wings remained deployed from his back and place that should occupy his face, just under two reddish eyes and malevolent, an accumulation of serpentine tentacles were released until his chest. That seemed to stir something composition within me as if they had laid before then. At the bottom of the figure read the word "Chtulhu" in stylized characters. The secretary opened a small safe. I handed a big book, solidly packed and a box of black velvet. Inside the same rested chain. I saw that measured about fifty centimeters long, with two ties closing crowned by what appeared braids of human hair. At each end of the figure was a miniature reproduction of the figure in the carpet. In the eyes of each was embedded trails of poison purple amethysts stressing on the lunar glow of the metal. The black man turned towards me and with a tone cold and indifferent as the beat of some waves against a shore of stones attacked by mould told me ... -- At the time that accept this jewel arcana, you must be willing to accept things as look come without any limit ... and live fully and more consciously without hold down at more moral laws which the which yourself you impose. Having said that went through my hand as the wind of winter and left the office without even returning the head. Surprised, I went after him to explain to me what he had meant and when I left the hall, had disappeared as if there was ever existed. astonished, I approached one of the windows to see if they could locate, but nothing else in the garden I saw a rough and high boy to cut hedges. I recognized him as the son of the village shopkeeper. I knew with references that this was a young man with some mental retardation who did small jobs for the neighborhood. Was wearing a dirty gray work´s outfit, and his long hair gathered into a pony tail. Regressed back into the office of my uncle and I went back there in silence to contemplate the strange tapestry. Motivated by a strange impulse I took the chain of the box and I got. At the moment, everything seemed to change, it was as if things were from another dimension. A mild excitement toured my body tightening my nipples. Everything seemed to beat me around. Slowly, I went to the door of the house and garden noting it seemed to breathe around me. Cruising the gate´s bow, and I went outside, going out to meet the gardener and appreciate the impression that my body was causing him. I am aware that my long hair of deep red, my green eyes, my lofty and turgescent breasts and shape of my hips, powerfully attracted to men since she was very young age. However, this time was different. I felt desire to sing while I ran towards him unzip the blouse. It was as if at that time was more aware of my sexuality. The two we were enveloped in a whirlpool which made me to lose track of things. The next thing I recall is having awakened on the beach with my naked body and coated in wet sand and a warm and sticky sensation on the lips. Me gloat sensually luxuriate, enjoy the sweetness of liquid which taint my face and I turn to one side ... There, with eyes open and mouth horror frozen in a silent cry of panic was the body of the young gardener, shattered, with the throat open and the broken ribs appear on his torn chest. Where should your heart only had a hole bloodied. Slowly, rather than scare me I sucked with parsimony the fingers and while I engaged again to finish the task of devore, with a slight smile I could not but think that in the end, could not complain, had been able to enjoy but my body simply, my love, had stolen the heart. After the time I decided to read the book that I had given the man in black. It was a book called "Necronomicon" and in it, I could find the meaning of the name of my family. Dagon is the name, actually, the former God of the sea, which worships the primmordial devil Cthulhu, which will return someday to restore the land and when this happens, we, the deep, those who live on land and sea that the former called Nereidos, governor at his side. Already in Homer's Odyssey of fiction used to warn of the danger of his contemporaries cross with my people... The Sirens... Now, they burned the mansion so as not to leave any trace, and then swim to shore to meet with my people and move towards the hidden places of worship where they await the return of our God ...
¡...Good evening ladies and vampires...! I am writing arrellanado comfortably on a corroded tombstone of this cemetery where I live. I wish that I could see the moon shine to me, big, hunchback and a deep red color of blood. At the shadow of this hospitable gargoyle, which me scope with hollow eyes, woodworm by moss and rain. I have placed my typewriter as for you told with tranquillity her history of the maiden of the sea... Dark nights... Beings from the shadows...! Greetings to all those who enjoy the delights of these stories, and especially for her, for my Dark Seductive...
By the way, I would like to see this little story based on myths of Cthulhu, would have touched your souls... and remember that if a summer night you decide to go swimming at the beach under the moon, and hear a sweet and melancholic song, which seems to come from this lonely girl who sits on the sand, better than the return deis, turn up the volume of your MP3, and seek a more distant beach ... will not be that girl that he steals the heart ...
Sergio Vårgsson.
"A friend ... a vampire ...".
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