The Night of Fright
In the dark moonless nights, when the fog creeps through the fields and streets of my town with its spooky hug, they leave the deepest of their graves, with their frayed shrouds, the most horrifying scares looking for the unfortunate walkers to give them that icy embrace from beyond the grave. The cemetery vaults crack and hellish screams are heard in the region, uttered by those souls in sorrow that were caught by grim reaper in mortal sin and as punishment they are wandering without being able to find the peace and comfort of eternal life.Dragging their chains of misfortune and misery, they wander the world waiting for the day of final judgment, to be condemned to the torment of the flames of hell in payment of their earthly sins. They are the terrors of the night that roam all over the place, in a cursed and whining despair, of desperate screams that freeze the blood of those unfortunate people who cross them in their mournful paths. They are the dead who suffer without being able to find the light, because in their worldly lives they mistaken the path of redemption, becoming grieving souls that have no place in hell.Fiendish creatures of ghostly figures who writhe in their sinful memories, his agonized souls could not be detached from their calav Ericos bodies and drag their bones in the dark, moonless nights. They are souls without rest of those who in life were evil and despised salvation, flesh of the underworld, guarded by the hellish guardian dogs of the underworld.In sorrowful sorrows they wander eternally paying the torture of dying, not in a state of grace, but in mortal sin.Ghosts that do not dissolve or break down because of their misfortune as payment for their actions, wraiths of people who were merciless, unable to reach the forgiveness they did not ask for in life, hoping they are judged in the valley of Jehoshaphat they are judged and settle their unfortunates sins in the eternal flames of hell.Complaints, chains that crawl, ghostly figures that pass, dead that grieve, ethereal spirits that roam, black dogs with hellish eyes that howl at night, witches that fly to their coven on their brooms and carry a black cat as a companion, widows with a black print and stark face, death on one leg, the weeping woman who passes looking for her children who slaughtered and threw the glen, the black mule that with its hooves makes sparks on the cobbled streets, the headless donkey that half night passes, the evil chick of the chicken, the horror that takes care of its burial, shouts that are lost in the recesses of the rocky canyons, howls that are heard in a without knowing why, in short, they are those who inhabit the night of the scary ..