This short story is narrated by a man who is now in a mental hospital. He describes how a beautiful young girl came to his home during a stormy night and he and his wife took her in. However, his wife became increasingly jealous of the affection between the man and the girl. One night, the man came home to find his wife happy and without her dark circles. He then discovered the girl's body buried in the backyard, with her eyes missing and her face beaten. The police informed the man that his wife had actually died 10 years ago, and the girl was believed to be his daughter. The man maintains he is not crazy and does not understand why he is in the mental hospital.
This short story is narrated by a man who is now in a mental hospital. He describes how a beautiful young girl came to his home during a stormy night and he and his wife took her in. However, his wife became increasingly jealous of the affection between the man and the girl. One night, the man came home to find his wife happy and without her dark circles. He then discovered the girl's body buried in the backyard, with her eyes missing and her face beaten. The police informed the man that his wife had actually died 10 years ago, and the girl was believed to be his daughter. The man maintains he is not crazy and does not understand why he is in the mental hospital.
This short story is narrated by a man who is now in a mental hospital. He describes how a beautiful young girl came to his home during a stormy night and he and his wife took her in. However, his wife became increasingly jealous of the affection between the man and the girl. One night, the man came home to find his wife happy and without her dark circles. He then discovered the girl's body buried in the backyard, with her eyes missing and her face beaten. The police informed the man that his wife had actually died 10 years ago, and the girl was believed to be his daughter. The man maintains he is not crazy and does not understand why he is in the mental hospital.
Departamento de lenguas modernas Pampanito estado Trujillo
SHORT STORY
Jonathan Eduardo Caizalez
C.I: 25302214
Beauty is what the beholder wants.
I dont know why I am here; I really dont know! I just said the truth. Everything started with that beautiful girl, that horrible night when she knocked the door. I was living in The route 66 with my wife, in a comfortable house; when one night, a very stormy night a little girl arrived, she was beautiful; blue eyes, brown hair and a mysterious smile. She was very wet when came, but she didnt say a word about anything, she never said a word but, she was beautiful. I loved her like a daughter, and she loved me. By nights she did weird sounds, that sounds scarred to my wife, I said to her that she was dreaming, but my wife couldnt sleep hearing her. Step by step my wifes angry grew up, she had circles under her eyes, because she didnt sleep for the girls sounds. The girl was every time with me, she was happy with me, I think. But sometimes, my wife was far of us looking us, with rage. The days were passing and the girl was more beautiful, but my wifes face was ugly, really ugly, and her eyes were looking the girl every moment. And then, the disaster occurred; I came from my work, when I came in to the kitchen, I saw my wife without circles under her eyes, she was beautiful, shining and singing, very happy, when I saw her, I knew that the girl was dead. I ran to the police department, and I told them this story. When they arrived to my house, my wife was not there. We searched in the house and found the girls body buried in the yard, her eyes were not on her face, her face was kicked, she was not beautiful anymore. We went back to the police department, and the researches started. I said to them my wifes name, and they were looking for her. 6 hours later the polices came to me, they asked me questions about my life, my wife, about the girl, and I answered, they were suspecting of me. I didnt understand anything, I loved the girl, I loved her beautiful face, I dont kill her. They didnt believe me, and they said that my wife was dead 10 years ago, and they said that the girl was my daughter, how it is possible? I dont have a daughter, and if I have it, she couldnt be so beautiful. So I am here now, in this mental hospital, narrating my story to crazy people, but I am not crazy, I am sure about what happened that horrible night. I really dont know why I am here. I see that beautiful face; every night I see her. While my wife is getting old and ugly.