EL SILBÓN

It was a cool night in a farm far away from any city and 30 kms away the nearest
humans. Infinite savannah full of nothing but scaring creatures (Tangible and
intangible) as all of them in the isolated plains of Colombia.
I had traveled many hours by car and horse, to arrive the farm, where my relatives
used to live, them, had a little house in the prairie where they subsisted thanks to
the agriculture and breeding. The dinner had passed and the sunlight went off, as
there was no electricity in the farm, we lit a lantern to continue talking with my
relatives a bit more about paranormal experiences they had, this topic was so easy
to talk about and they didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.
“Have you heard about Colombian scary ghosts? Something unusual, as ‘El
silbón’, our neighbour”
“What is a Silbón?,” I asked curiously while watching at the lantern.
“It’s just a lost soul who was originally a boy who killed his father as
revenge for having killed his mother, his grandfather cursed him and now he
rounds the plains punishing the womanizers, I f you ever encounter him, there are
2 important things to take into account: if you listen to the Silbón far away, it
means the silbón is near, and inversely, if you listen to him close, he will be far.
Second, the only thing can save you, is having a “rejo” or the bark of a dog.”
after this, we went to bed, and I felt oddly surprised for the story and desired never
meeting him. Some hours later I went to bed, I felt the necessity of peeing, and for
doing this I had 2 choices, going outside or using a bottle, I preferred going out and
I tried to not to be so near home for not disturbing the people sleeping, near the
trees.
Suddenly, I heard a chromatic whistle, something that I had never listened, and of
course, thanks to the stories, I felt terrified instantly. I estimated the sound in at
least 3 kms away, and started to worry even worse, I started shaking and trembling,
my tongue swelled and couldn’t produce neither a word nor a yell, my heart
beating accelerated as never before and all I could do was trying to walk to my
house, my legs felt weak and I didn’t feel even able to walk fast.
After some minutes walking, I realized I was out of place and for sure, further from
the farm. Quieter and quieter I perceived the sound and wondered if I could get
back. At the point when I felt a presence near me, a famished silhouette of a tall
guy holding bones appeared. At the moment, I knew I had encountered the Silbón
and that he was ready to punish my loose life.
Surprisingly, the dog of the farm popped up from nowhere and avoided the silbón
with a strong and solid bark. Its evident intelligence allowed it to led me to the
farm in the middle of the night where I tried so hard to sleep with no good results.
Harold Camilo Acosta Daza