Know thyself

-       So she broke up with you because you lost your job?

Erick nodded, still drying his tears from before. His best friend Juliette paced in front of him, in his room. He had finally come out of his bedroom covers and Juliette had forced him to open the curtains. Now, all that was left was to talk.

-       I don’t get it…

-       She…

-       Not that. Why did they fire you?

Erick gulped down some orange juice Juliette had brought him and looked to a point by the window, probably remembering the moment he had been fired.

-       They said I was too focused on my personal life.

Juliette smiled.

-       So you lost your job because of her and left you because you lost the job she made you loose?

 Again he nodded and he started crying again. This time, however, Juliette did not try to stop him from doing it. Why would she? He had been the one guilty of his firing and that was the real tragedy in all of this. Nothing else mattered, not even that silly brunette.

-       I love her.

-       No, you don’t.

-       I do!

-       You’re obsessed with her. And frankly, I don’t see why.

-       She’s smart and beautiful.

-       No, she’s not. She’s a fucking bitch.

 Erick stopped crying and lamenting himself. He stared at her friend, confused.

-       What? You really didn’t know she’s a pain in the ass? Always complaining, always thinking she’s better than everyone else because she has had money to travel the goddamn world?

-       I…

-       You didn’t know… My God!

Juliette had finally had it so she stepped out of Erick’s bedroom and went for the kitchen. It was very early but she knew he kept some alcohol in the house for parties. Right enough, she found a can of beer and drank half of it on one go. Erick came out of his bedroom and sat down in his sofa, just in front of the kitchen.

-       I didn’t know you hated her so much.

-       I don’t hate her. I don’t know her that well.

-       But you…

-       I just don’t like her attitude. She comes off as arrogant and preachy; always thinking her way is the one to go. And she’s not that smart.

-       Why do you say that?

 Erick’s friend had another big sip of beer and looked at the can instead of him when speaking.

-       She thought your birthday was in February.

-       It’s in August.

-       I know. She also said that day in the gallery she did not know what all the fuss was with all that “homosexual art”. She said it was wrong to give them too many liberties.

-       But that was Alex’s expo.

-       I know.

-       And she’s gay.

-       I know!

-       Why would she say that?

-       Not smart. Told you.

For a while, they did not say another word. Juliette was busy trying to know what to say next, hopefully helping her friend and putting him in the right path towards a fast recuperation from all of this and for him to begin to worry about the job, which was the biggest lost he had suffer. However, Erick was still thinking about his former girlfriend, remembering every single time they had been together. It had been a nice ten months, in which he had lots of fun. They had laughed together and enjoyed nice moments but now he realized he had been in the presence of several comments and things she did or say that hadn’t shocked him back then but now they made more sense.

-       What are you thinking?

-       She didn’t like dogs.

-       Oh…

-       And she didn’t like any of you.

Again, Juliette smiled.

-       I knew that.

-      She always told me, in very well thought words that all of you weren’t really funny or nice to be with. But I didn’t realize what she was really saying until now.

-       It’s ok. You’re not the first person to hook up with a crazy woman.

-       But it is my first time.

 Juliette did not know what to respond to that. She finished her beer, threw the can away and sat down by Erick. She had been friends with him for over ten years now and she had seen him in every single state one can imagine a person to be. She had seen him immensely happy and also very sad. Excited, crying, yelling out of rage, insane… They were friends and she just wanted him to be all right.

-       You’re worried about the job, right?

-       I think it’s the most important thing right now.

-       Maybe… But to tell you the truth I was getting tired to be there.

-       You made great money.

-       But it was the job my dad had found for me thanks to his buds in the business. I want to make something of my own.

-       That’s great but how? Work by demand?

-      Maybe. I don’t know… I was beginning to do things there like a robot, just like the same thing over and over again and I…

-       Are you sure?

Erick looked straight and his friend’s eyes.

-       Of course. I know that you think that because of what happened I’m trying to find an excuse for it but I really didn’t feel right working there anymore.

-       That doesn’t matter anymore. Now it’s all-new again and you can decide what to do and what not do, in every sense possible. If you want to look for a different job, I guess it’s only a matter of finding it. It’s hard but you’ll get there.

-       And about…?

-    That can wait. You don’t have to be with someone to feel you’re worth anything. Actually, it’s when you’re single that you realize how much you can do and what are your strengths, your weaknesses.

-       You really think so?

-       You have to know yourself before getting it on with someone else. I think.

They smiled at each other and then they did something they did not do very often: they hugged. They then talked a bit about Juliette’s life but she didn’t want to take all the attention to herself. She told Erick she had to go to her mother’s, so that could be his first time alone and thinking about his future. Or better, not to think about anything and just enjoy himself in his place.

 Juliette left and Erick decided to try and have a nice day. He downloaded a couple of movies he had always loved, he decided to have a shower first and in the shower, he realized he wanted Chinese food for lunch so he ordered that when he was still holding his towel by the waist. In the bathroom again, after brushing his teeth, he took off the towel and took a look at himself. His eyes were read and his skin was pale, lifeless. He needed to get some sun too but maybe he could leave that for the next day.

 His delivery arrived fast and he received it in his boxers. Just like that, he sat down on his bed, by the laptop, and watched the first movie, an animated one. At one point he cried, but because of the movie and not what he had gone through. Actually, the next time he thought about his ex was the following morning when she called him on his cellphone. But he didn’t answer the call and decided to go have breakfast with Juliette.

 Eventually, he would find a job and maybe a new girlfriend. But Erick had learned that he had no idea who he really was, not entirely at least. And he wanted to know desperately before anyone else. If he didn’t, life just couldn’t be lived properly and what’s the fun in that?

Miss Planeta

   Tatiana tenía apenas veinte años y acababa de ser elegida Miss Planeta. Había saludado a cientos de personas en el auditorio y había recibido felicitaciones de sus compañeras y de todas las personas que tenían algo que ver con el concurso. Esa noche durmió en un cuarto diferente, lleno de arreglos florales por todos lados, cortesía de varias marcas que deseaban, obviamente, que ella fuese su imagen. A Tatiana no le molestaba para nada toda la atención, al fin y al cabo que eso era lo que había buscado desde hacía tanto tiempo y por fin lo había logrado.

 Había crecido en una familia de clase media, una familia común y corriente. Pero en ella y en su cultura las que tenían el mando, el poder sobre todo, eran las mujeres. No había espacio para el machismo o las peleas de gallos, como las llamaba su madre. Eran mujeres protegiendo y enseñándole a otras mujeres lo que significa ser una señorita y luego una dama. Pero lo malo del asunto es que tenían una visión machista a pesar de solo ser mujeres. Para la madre de Tatiana, era indispensable que ella se casara lo más pronto posible. Claro que habiendo ganado la corona eso no iba a ser posible por un año más, seguramente no faltarían los candidatos después.

 El punto era que para su familia, una mujer sola era algo deshonroso, en todo sentido. Pero una mujer que cuidaba de si misma y que buscaba ser bonita y poco más, era algo de respetar. Por eso desde pequeña su madre la impulsó a participar en cuanto concurso de belleza hubiera, así fuera para niñas de su edad o más grandes o más pequeñas. Su madre nunca tenía escrúpulos en ese sentido y Tatiana se daba cuenta de que nadie nunca decía nada al respecto así que nunca se preguntó que pasaba más allá de su camerino, donde ensayaba a bailar, cantar y, en general, a ser la mujercita más encantadora.

 Pero ahora había ganado el concurso más renombrado de todo el mundo y también había sido gracias a su madre, quién no demoró en llegar a su nueva habitación a abrazarla y a felicitarla. Vino con una de las tías de Tatiana y una de sus primas, las que siempre estaban con ellas, ayudando con los vestidos, el maquillaje y todo lo demás. Celebraron con una copita de champán pero la madre de Tatiana le recordó que al otro día debía estar bella y fresca para las miles de entrevistas que iba a tener que realizar. Le aconsejó dormir temprano y no dejar que nada molestara su sueño.

 Eso probó ser un problema pues Tatiana no iba a poder conciliar el sueño tan fácil. En parte por la emoción de lo sucedido pero también por una reunión a la que se madre la había llevado hacía un par de meses, de vuelta en su país. Doña Leticia, la madre de Tatiana, no le había contado con quien se iba a reunir ni porque. Solo le dijo que era algo que le iba a ayudar a su vida de muchas maneras y que era mejor que no hiciera preguntas. Al fin y al cabo las buenas mujeres y buenas esposas sabían cuando preguntar y cuando no, así que no volvió a dudar de la sabiduría de su madre.

 Fueron a un apartamento ostentoso, en la parte más bonita de la ciudad. Allí había guardias o más bien guardaespaldas. No ocultaban sus enormes armas, lo que hizo que Tatiana recordara uno de esas películas de guerra que había visto con su hermana en casa. El sitio, además, estaba adornado de manera sobrecargada: había cuadros en pequeño espacio en la pared y entre los muebles había esculturas de todos los tamaños, casi todas del cuerpo femenino. Habiendo estudiado la mitad de la carrera de arte, Tatiana sabía muy bien que el valor de la mayoría de los objetos en el sitio era nulo y la verdad era que no había que tener un título para saberlo.

 Se sentaron las dos mujeres en un sillón grande de piel de cebra y esperaron a que uno de los guardaespaldas volviera. Y lo hizo, con un hombre vestido igual de rimbombante que su apartamento: camisa amarilla con un bordado brillante raro, pantalones rojos brillantes y zapatos negros de cuero de cocodrilo. Además llevaba lentes de sol y afuera estaba prácticamente por llover. Se sentó frente a ellas y les dijo que estaba contento que hubiesen aceptado su invitación a venir a discutir sobre el futuro de Tatiana. Viendo la cara de su madre, se dio cuenta que era mejor fingir su sorpresa. En toda la conversación solo hablaron Doña Leticia y el hombre de ropa brillante.

 En resumidas cuentas, el tipo decía que le podía asegurar a Tatiana el primer lugar en el concurso de Miss Planeta pero que solo podría hacerlo con dos condiciones: la primera era que, pasado el año de su reinado, ella se convirtiera en su esposa. Tatiana lo miró y luego a su madre, que respondió que sí por ella. El hombre entonces se acercó y le cogió la mano. Tatiana vio que tenía un diente de oro y las manos peludas. Le dijo que era la mujer más hermosa del planeta y que la iba a cubrir de regalos y de todo lo que quisiera cuando fueran marido y mujer.

 La siguiente condición fue algo que Tatiana no entendió sobre un favor que la compañía familiar, una de textiles, le debía hacer. Supuso que tenía que tener con algún dinero pero Tatiana ya no ponía mucha atención. Sin saberlo, había ido a una reunión de compromiso y no sabía como sentirse. En parte estaba feliz porque ya no tenía que buscar y porque era lo que siempre había querido además de ser reina. Pero algo le decía que no estaba todo bien. De pronto era que ella hubiese deseado algo más romántico, algo menos técnico y controlado por su madre. Pero no lo pensó más y se despidió del hombre, que le dio un beso en una de sus manos.

 Esa reunión la mantuvo despierta toda la noche y al otro día tuvo que maquillarse especialmente bien para lucir bella ante las cámaras y los periodistas. Respondió varias preguntas en una conferencia de prensa y luego se reunió con la gente del concurso que le entregó sus premios. En ese momento se le olvidó todo ya que había ganado no solo la corona y dinero sino también un apartamento en una de las ciudades más excitantes del mundo, desde donde cumpliría su reinado. También tenía años de maquillaje y contratos listos para firmar con tiendas de ropa y de calzado. Para una mujer como Tatiana, era un sueño convertido en realidad.

 Esa misma noche voló con su madre y sus nuevas asistentes a visitar por primera vez su nuevo apartamento y, por unas horas, no pensó en nada más. Todo era perfecto, tal y como ella se lo había soñado. Olía todo delicioso y la cama era enorme y suave, con sábanas de seda. Además la ducha tenía varias intensidades y había una chef para ella sola. Las mujeres le dijeron que la iban a dejar sola por una noche para que disfrutara de su premio y ella ni siquiera supo cuando se fueron. Lo primero que hizo fue comer sushi que su chef había dejado para ella y estaba alistando un baño de espuma cuando sonó un timbre.

 Después de un rato se dio cuenta de que estaba sola y tuvo que ir ella misma a abrir. Seguramente era su madre que había olvidado decirle algo o alguien del concurso. Pero no era así, era el hombre de la ropa brillante, que esta vez no había cambiado mucho su vestimenta. La camisa medio abierta revelaba su pecho peludo y poco ejercitado y los pantalones azules apretaban su cuerpo de forma extraña. Siendo una buena anfitriona, le ofreció una copa de vino y sentarse en el sofá. En todo el proceso, el hombre la miraba de arriba abajo, lo que resultaba muy molesto. A la vez, le preguntaba como se sentía y si le gustaba lo que él había logrado para ella.

 Mientras servía la copa, Tatiana le dijo al hombre que le agradecía mucho toda su ayuda. Era la mujer más feliz del mundo en ese momento y todo era gracias a él. El hombre se levantó y cuando Tatiana guardó la botella en su lugar, él ya estaba detrás. La cogió de la cintura y la acercó. Ella tembló pero no quería hacerlo porque sabía que ese hombre era su prometido. Pero la verdad era que le daba asco verlo, solo mirarlo. No era alguien a quien siquiera le gustara mirar a la cara, mucho menos que la cogiera por la cintura.

 Él o no lo notó o no le importó. Siguió tocándola y ella lo empujaba con suavidad pero él no cedía. La tenía en contra de la pared y le decía cosas que tenían como intención ser bonitas o románticas pero simplemente no lo eran. Tatiana intentó pidiéndole que se moviera para que pudiese celebrar pero el hombre dijo que a eso había venido. Entonces rompió la parte trasera del vestido de la joven y la empezó a besar. Ella ya no fingió más su repudio y empezó a empujarlo pero él no se quitaba, al contrario, parecía aún más reacio a quitársele de encima. El tipo consiguió quitarle el vestido, le arrancó la ropa interior y Tatiana oyó como se bajaba lo pantalones. Asustada y desesperada, miró hacia ambos lados. El lugar de las botellas de vino estaba justo ahí en el piso. Así que como pudo estiró una mano, cogió una de las botellas por el cuello y se la partió al hombre en la cabeza.

 El suelo se cubrió de rojo y el tipo quedó ahí. Pasaron minutos, horas, y no se movía, y Tatiana supo que había hecho algo muy malo y por lo que tendría que pagar más que cárcel. Había gente que ella no conocía que querrían conocer a la mujer que mató a uno de los capos más buscados del país.

The Donner mansion

   For the last hundred years, people had stated that the Donner mansion was haunted. People claimed ghost lived there and that’s why people never went there anymore. Professor Marcus Stevens and his assistant Vanessa arrived in town just to check out the mansion, in order to put to rest the legend of the so-called ghosts. Professor Stevens was not a believer of the supernatural and was decided, in his spare time; to debunk any silly beliefs people might still have around the globe. He had chosen the Donner mansion because it was a very well known place, not only in the region but nationwide. People talked about how real the experiences there were and the professor wanted to end all of that.

 To be honest, he had personal reasons. Silly beliefs had left his grandfather helpless. When he was younger, his grandpa was suffering from a strange disease. He asked his mother and practically everyone in the family to take him to the hospital but they wouldn’t, saying it was the will of God and that if He intended grandpa to be cured, it would be done that way.  Even as a child, Marcus was restless, even trying to sneak into the house a doctor he had picked up from the phone book. But to no avail, as his parents forbid it and his grandpa died days later.

 When he grew up, he decided to study science and prove everything, make the world a more realistic place, getting rid of all the magical creatures, the folk tales and the silly beliefs that took lives like his grandfather’s every single day around the world. Since he was eighteen, he had left home and didn’t talk to any family member but he soon made lots of friends in the scientific circles, so there was no sadness or longing for the past. He hated his pasts, his family’s beliefs and all that had to do with that. He decided he could live very well without his parents or anyone else from his family close to him.

 The first thing they did was travelling to the town of Rensal, where the mansion was locate, and talk to many people there. The idea was to make something like a survey, in order to better understand the phenomenon that people claimed happened often in and around the mansion. They set up their headquarters in a small hotel room and they would interview people in the lobby. It was an old town in the mountains and now it was a ski paradise in the winter but it was not yet that season so there were not many people around.

 Many told them that the mansion got “more active” during the summer, when less people were visiting. This was odd as, in many other towns, the occurrences happened always in the months when tourists were in larger numbers. Anyway, that didn’t mean it wasn’t a hoax, it just meant people in this town were probably not manipulating the events occurring in the house, or at least not in a large scale. In one week, they had already interviewed more than one hundred people and that was more than enough to make a survey that showed which were the most frequent activities inside.

 Apparently, people saw lights inside the house despite the manor being disconnected from the power grid, many people also testified seen people there wearing old clothes and ignoring them and the small group of people that had entered the house told him that the walls were covered in some strange goo, yellow in color and with a terrible smell. Besides that there was the usual: voices, lights that went in and out, strange sounds, the feeling of being touched… Marcus and Vanessa knew them all from their other experiences and were ready to debunk the tales of Donner mansion.

 The following week was used to enter the house. The plan was to go into the mansion every afternoon, three whole hours. They would carry special equipment to detect metals, radioactivity and other events that may seem strange but were very normal in a old house. They had done it a million times. The first day, on Monday, they entered the house with care as the front porch seemed to be damped and the wood that formed it seemed to be in the verge of breaking into several pieces. They went along with Xavier, an old friend of Marcus who loved the whole hunted house experience. He wasn’t a scientist but gladly helped as he thought it was a very cool thing to do.

 The first thing they felt was cold. Despite very warm temperatures on the outside, the house remained as cold as in the winter. They measured the temperature, noted it down, and proceeded to another room, crossing a large hall with care. The place was not dark as the afternoon light entered the house through the high windows all around the hall but it was very strange as the glass was not transparent but had various colors. It was like walking around a circus fair ride.

 The first room they entered after that happened to be the kitchen. It smelled awful, as if someone had left food to rot there. But that didn’t make sense as no one had lived there for the last hundred years. Vanessa put on some gloves and took out the food that was rotting in the fridge. There was a moldy cheese, meat and a chicken breast, all covered in green and smelling awful. However, Vanessa was able to recover a plastic covering from behind the food and put that in one of their own plastic bags.

 Vanessa had been with Marcus for a long time. She started as a student of his in a physics class back in the university but they had formed a nice friendship that had consolidated just after she had graduated. In the blink of an eye, Marcus had hired her to be his assistant in the university and proposed her to be his assistant in these trips too. Vanessa did not hesitate, as she thought it was a very cool thing to do and she confessed that she had always been bored out of her mind when friends started talking about the possibilities of life after death, ghosts and all that supernatural crap. She even had proven to them how the Ouija board was all about conditioned thinking, a fake in simple terms.

 After finding the rotten food, Xavier stepped on a weak part of the kitchen and the floor broke beneath his feet. He twisted his ankle and both Marcus and Vanessa had to help him out of the mansion and to the medical center down in town. It was good that Marcus had asked a local to be there with a car in case they needed help, so he took Xavier away and they had to cancel the rest of the exploration for that day. They spent the night in the hospital waiting for the doctor to tell them about their friend. He was ok but he was going to have a cast and crutches. So there was no way for him to join them anymore.

 The rest of the week, Marcus and Vanessa would go into the mansion and test every single apparatus they had inside. They used the electromagnetic device to prove that the house was actually not fully disconnected from the power grid and just walking around they found thousands of small gaps and holes, which were used by the wind to enter and make strange noises. All very natural.  The cold feeling inside the hosue was explained because of the location of the house, just in the way a small air current that went down the mountain, covered in snow all year, towards the valley were the town was located.

 The only thing that hadn’t been able to prove wrong was the presence of unknown people inside the house; even some wearing old robes, from the times when the mansion was built. They decided to plant several cameras all around the house and stay one more week. Marcus wanted to go away as soon as possible because, although he found it all to be very interesting and even funny, he also wanted to properly rest this summer before the classes began again. He didn’t have much time to spare and this time he wanted to think more about himself than about work or others.

 However, the cameras didn’t show anything. She stayed in front of the monitors for hours, even falling asleep in front of them but they had not picked up anything, not a real person, not a floating person, nothing. On the last day, the moment they were packing, something happened. One of the cameras picked up kind of a shade crossing the front side of the house, apparently entering the mansion. Back in his home, Marcus checked the video various times. He could explain the shadow; it was probably the sun and the surrounding trees. But there was a moment when a face seemed to appear and the door opened a bit, and it was a heavy wooden door.

 For the first time ever, Marcus decided he didn’t care. He didn’t believe he was a ghost and he knew there was an explanation to everything that happened in that place and in places like that all over the world. But the truth was he was tired, growing fed up with filling his life with meaningless things. He had to admit he still resented their family but that, however, he was in need of someone to hug and that feeling appeared to him, like a ghost, every single morning.

 There was nothing supernatural in Donner mansion but there was something missing, something rather natural, from Marcus’s life and he didn’t know exactly what it was or how to get it.