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  Well, I do, those gloomy and lonely places have always given me an atrocious chill, I remember well that since I was a child, my grandmother warned me that I should not go near the cemeteries, because there the souls of the dead wander hungry for people, that holy land can end your existence in a snap, if one of the angels of death who live among the tombstones wants it, so I stayed away from this place.

Unfortunately, in the last years of high school, I had to attend a different institution, which forces me to walk through the street of the cemetery while trying to pass before nightfall.

My grandmother was a great guide in my way of living, she taught me about the magic of coffee and the special things it achieves in my mind every morning when I wake up, enjoying a cup of hot coffee, whose aroma makes my soul vibrate.

So after her death, I looked for that fantastic recipe book from which she always prepared rich desserts that filled me with energy, but instead, I found a diary that explained my irrational fear of cemeteries, and from that moment on I understood perfectly.

Halloween is coming, and I heard the school bully, saying that he would go to the cemetery the night of Samain and challenge anyone who wanted to join him, I stared at him, just thinking about the seriousness of his ignorance, but then I realized that right behind him was the beautiful girl I always liked, who was looking at me with a shy look, inviting me to join the challenge and show that stupid, that visiting a cemetery was no big deal.

So I raised my voice like a circus master, taming the beasts of the audience, and accepted the challenge, but I also added things that would surely scare the brainless character. It is not enough to go to the holy field, I said, we will also look for the nameless tomb of which the legend speaks, and we will desecrate it, the proof of our feet will be to bring the skull of the deceased sorcerer.

Everyone was astonished at my proposal, at that moment I could see the fear in the eyes of the bully who did not know what to do while the rest of his companions laughed, but cornered he had no other way out of the situation but to say: — “I agree!”

Which made me turn around in surprise, before something that I did not expect and that had no way back, so I was forced to honor my commitment and say:

— “Well, I'll see you at the cemetery gate on Halloween night.”

  Finally, the terrifying darkness arrived, trying to fight my demons, I was convinced that the best way to defeat them was to face them once and for all, so I prepared myself a two-liter thermos of hot coffee and headed to the place, continuously drinking large amounts of coffee to avoid the nerves and the shivering, especially on this night, where the veil between life and death becomes thinner, distracting the angels of death to prevent souls from escaping their domains.

Standing in front of the door of the dreadful, foggy place, I waited until the idiot appeared, repentant for launching such an initiative on someone like me.

We walked slowly through the tombs, while our nerves played practical jokes on us among the epitaphs on the tombstones until deep in the bushes, we found a clearing where nothing grows, there was the so-called tomb without a name, where legend has it that the profane corpse of a powerful sorcerer, who was condemned by the priest of the inquisition, is buried.

Staring at my companion, I said:

— “It's time to dig, buddy!”

No doubt it was an arduous task, much more than anyone could have expected, until suddenly my shovel hit the wooden lid of the coffin, while the idiot looked down from the top of the pit, where I was.

Opening it revealed before us the remains of a skeleton, with a gleaming silver knife stuck right where the heart was. The bully, in a trembling voice, whispered to me, take his skull and let's get out of here now, but I was more nervous than he was, so I waved him over to shine the flashlight, giving me a chance to take the knife and slit his throat, letting his blood fall on the remains.

I raised my arms in celebration and shouted:

— “Hello Grandfather, you are now free!”

Just as my grandmother's book had predicted, drinking large quantities of coffee allowed me to evade the guardian angels of the cemetery on Halloween night, in the right hand of the corpse was the magic bag of coffee beans that would give us back our powers as witches, which opened and released the spell of the curse upon receiving the blood offering, giving me, his rightful heir, the possibility of avenging him.

Thank you for reading

This is an Original Story written by @susurrodelmisterio for Hive.

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