The Wooden Horse
It was the summer vacation that Roberto and Jorge had been waiting for, after not
seeing each other for three years, the cousins had planned to meet at Jorge's
ranch. They had everything almost timed to not miss a single moment and enjoy it
to the fullest, as soon as the boy arrived from the city, they went out to the
countryside and did not return until dinner time. They went to sleep with many
things to tell but the time was not enough as they fell fast asleep.
Around three in the morning, it was very cold in the room, which did not diminish
even with the window closed, so Roberto went looking for another blanket. As he
returned by the stairs, he had the feeling that someone was following him, he
stopped in his tracks, an intense chill invaded his body, when he saw the wooden
steps sink, and they creak as if someone were climbing up them. He immediately
returned to the room, and found something even more frightening. His cousin was
suspended in the air, sound asleep, his hands and legs hanging, as if someone
were holding him.
He had to take courage to run to Louis because he was being taken to the window,
he took it by the foot with all his strength, but that which was carrying him was
much stronger, because it made them both float, when his uncles finally came to
his aid, alerted by the screams, they prevented them from being thrown out the
window. Surprised by the fact, they took the two little ones to the adults' room and
spent the night in a candle.
The next day Jorge did not know what had happened, as he was never conscious,
but the others were quite frightened. His breakfast was interrupted by a gust of
wind that hit the door and stirred the table, while a loud shout was heard that said: -
Return it is mine! - The boy was lifted from the table, smashed against a nearby
wall, his feet did not touch the ground and he was fighting against something
pressing on his neck, leaving him with red spots and cutting his breath. The father
was trying to help him, although he could not see anyone, if he felt his arms, that
they had the child tight. They didn’t know how to get it off them, they only saw the
poor boy kicking, in the meantime, a wooden horse fell from his bag, immediately,
the boy also ended up on the floor. The strong wind that was blowing turned into a
whirlpool, which wrapped the toy and went out the door closing it gently as it
passed.
The incident gave no more, and it was the grandmother who clarified it sometime
later, telling them the story of a young man, who was his neighbor for a long time,
that after an accident when he was small, his mind did not grow but if his body,
reached almost two meters and was very strong, but the only thing he ever did was
play with his horse, when he died he was buried with it, on the banks of the river
where he liked to play so much, and Jorge had made him angry for taking away his
