Stories that are not stories

The skulls of the river.

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This is a story that my older brothers, Leonel and Jose (cheto) told me, it is a story of their childhood, they were about 16 years old, today they are 60 years old.

Back in 1978 in Caracas-Venezuela, there lived two brothers Jose and Leonel, between laughter and fun of boys also have to fulfill their obligations, which Dad asked them to fulfill, for example give food to the pig (pig), cut the bush around the house, help Mom with the market, run errands (make small purchases), etc..

 Dad occasionally went to the river to look for wood or bamboo to repair a roof or wall, since we lived in a house of bahareque (mud walls) and zinc roof, the days passed between going to school and fulfill the activities, I remember that the most beautiful thing in my house with my parents, was to make yucca fritters, grind baby corn to make cachapas, coconut preserves, depending on the time of the year.

One day dad went to the river as usual to look for wood, the hours passed and it began to get dark, Mom asked my brothers to go to the river to look for Dad, Jose and Leonel went without thinking twice, you have to walk about 500 meters to get to the entrance of the river.

 Dad, where are you! -my brothers shouted.

As they went deeper into the river, it began to get dark, there was a lot of high brush where they were going, tall trees with large canopies that covered the starry sky. Dogs barked in the distance and they walked among the rocks looking for Dad. Suddenly José shouted.

Run Leonel and don't turn around! - They start running without looking back, passing through the stones and without stopping they reach the road.

Run fast and don't turn around," my brother shouted.

They ran without tiring, without thinking about anything else but getting home, the road snaked like a snake and when they crossed it to go up to the house .....

José screamed and fainted. Dad was already at home and when my brother woke up they asked him, telling the story of the search he surprised us when he told us.

The skulls were chasing us!

The truth is I don't know if it is true or not, but in the old days there are many stories of the dead, and ..... DE QUE VUELAN VUELAN!

I hope you liked the story, I don't know if it was real but I never forget it!

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