The Bride of The Port of Colombia (Short Story) - The End by Hanner Goenaga

In that moment, an old taxi driven by an unknown driver began to travel along the road to the sea. The woman’s soul saw him with her mouth open and a fallen face because she thought she had captured everyone in the village. This time she didn't need to wave her arm; he stopped himself and said: "Do you need a ride to the church in the center, miss?"

​The Bride's expression changed, and she said with a kind smile: "That's right, Mr. Taxi Driver, that is where I am heading."

​She got into the car with excitement, a huge smile plastered on her face. Meanwhile, the driver also transmitted joy in his expression, as a sign of congratulations.

​They crossed the concrete path with enthusiasm, and this time the car managed to cross the entrance of the town. Just as they did, a dark spirit detached itself from the woman and stayed behind, but Luz Marine still remained on board. The black clouds over the forest began to dissipate.

​They arrived at the plaza of The Port of Colombia, and the bride observed the sea from the tip of the pier, and she even ran along the beach smiling.

​Elkin Martine, her fiancé, committed suicide a few days after his future wife's death due to the intense depression it caused him. Claire remained alone for the rest of her life, until the day she died. Charles lost his life in the hospital a few hours after arriving.

​However, upon reaching the church, her fiancé was waiting for her there at the altar, and her cousin was also there, applauding them in the front row. The taxi driver stayed at the entrance of the church with wrinkled eyes but a smile on his lips. The Port of Colombia, Luz Marine Castro, and Elkin Martine lived happily, literally forever

The Bride of The Port of Colombia (Short Story) - Part 4 by Hanner Goenaga

 

​Until one day, the woman's soul grew tired of not having a new victim for a long time. So, during her next appearance, she decided to ask the taxi driver:

​"Why are you ignoring me?" she said, her voice harsh this time. But silence prevailed as he feigned calmness on the outside while being paralyzed within.

​"So that's how it is, eh!" The Bride suddenly appeared in the seat next to the driver and opened her mouth in his face with sinister gestures.

​The taxi driver was startled and grit his teeth, as he nearly lost control of the steering wheel. The woman immediately appeared lying face down on the roof of the taxi and began to hit it with force. The man lowered his head and chest several times with a frowned brow. Finally, she stuck herself head-down on the windshield with a terrifying expression. The driver’s hair stood on end; he turned his face away, closing his eyes, and completely lost sight of the road.

​He swerved the car, and it fell into a lagoon they were passing by. The large pool of water was to the right of the asphalt, before reaching the entrance to Puerto Colombia; it was about to roll through its streets.

​Despite everything, the driver swam out of the vehicle, managed to reach the shore, and without a second thought, fled toward the entrance. Behind him came the Bride, chasing him at great speed. He just kept running, soaked. He looked back every now and then with a stretched face, mouth open, and panting to see how close she was. But just before reaching him, the taxi driver managed to cross the limit of the entrance.

​He told his fellow yellow-cab drivers what had happened, and they stared into the distance, their faces frozen, not knowing what to do now. Then they heard the loud crack of a lightning bolt coming from the outskirts of the urban center and saw the sky invaded by black clouds. Now, all the inhabitants of the town of The Port of Colombia were trapped.

The Bride of The Port of Colombia (Short Story) - Part 3 by Hanner Goenaga

Weeks later, another public driver was crossing the same road heading toward the entrance of the town. He was aware of everything that had happened, so he drove with caution. Suddenly, while passing through the accident zone, he also saw the woman dressed in white in the middle of the road, waving her hand.

​It seemed strange to him, so he stared at her closely. That was when he realized she was a woman in a wedding dress and that she had the same face as the one he had seen in the newspaper—the one who had lost her life in the first accident.

​The man trembled and his face turned pale, so he stepped on the gas. When he passed by her, she followed him with her gaze while moving her arm. But he kept going, staring straight ahead, pretending he hadn't seen her.

​A few minutes passed and the taxi driver began to relax and return to normal; he exhaled, closing his eyes. But at that moment, he heard a woman's voice say to him: "Why didn't you stop? I'm going to be late for my wedding."

​The driver turned around on the spot with his jaw dropped and the veins in his face bulging. He saw the woman sitting there with a gentle smile. He lost control of his car and spun around on the road, heading toward the forest. He ended up crashing the automobile into the trunk of a thick tree.

​Over time, many more taxi drivers from the town began to have encounters with the soul of the Bride of Puerto Colombia. She became a topic of conversation among the inhabitants, who spoke of her with concern and fear, unable to find a solution. The story of the Bride had already transcended to cities throughout the region.

​She did not manifest all the time, but when she did, many of them had already learned to control themselves in her presence to avoid ending up in a deadly accident. However, every time they were about to cross that path, they would say a prayer. Every time they crossed the entrance to the village, the ghost woman would vanish. She could only wander and manifest her torment in the area of the trees.

The Bride of The Port of Colombia (Short Story) - Part 2 by Hanner Goenaga

The wedding never took place, and Elkin cried inconsolably for his fiancée at her wake, with Claire Teresa, also dressed in mourning black, by his side comforting him.

​Days passed and traffic on the route returned to normal, but as night fell, a private taxi driver was passing through the area where the event had occurred. However, he had not heard about what happened.

​He saw a woman dressed in white waving her hand at him. Since he was already on his way home, he assumed the woman was heading in the same direction, so he stopped to pick her up.

​As the young lady got into the back, she told him: "I don't know why my cousin left me stranded here halfway; I'm going to be late for the wedding."

​"Where are you heading, miss?" the taxi driver asked her.

​"To the church in the center of town, if it's not too much trouble. My fiancé must be waiting for me. He might think I stood him up if I don't hurry," she laughed softly, placing the side of her hand over her lips.

​"Of course, miss, I live very close to there," the driver answered enthusiastically, without even thinking that it was no time to be celebrating weddings.

​She traveled happily, looking out the window and smiling, while he drove with a fresh face and his mouth slightly agape. Suddenly, as soon as they entered the urban area, the taxi driver said to her:

​"We are almost there, miss..." but he looked in the rearview mirror and saw no one in the back seat.

​His eyes sank and his forehead began to sweat. He turned around agitated and breathing fast to see for himself: the back seat was empty. When he turned back to the front, he realized he had lost control of the car. He screamed with his lips puckered, waving his arms over his face, as he realized he was heading straight for a pole.

​Passersby on that stretch of road were dumbfounded by the consecutive accidents that had occurred in the area, not knowing exactly what the reason was, since the pavement was solid and the crack had reconstructed itself.

The Bride of The Port of Colombia (Short Story) - Part 1 by Hanner Goenaga

 

Luz Marine Castro was a woman who lived in The Port of Colombia town. She was engaged to her future husband, Elkin Martine, and her wedding day was approaching.

​However, there was a woman in her neighborhood who had always been in love with him. Her name was Claire Teresa.

​She could not stand the fact that her beloved was marrying a woman other than herself, so she decided to take malevolent matters into her own hands through the side of darkness. Since she was a child, Claire lived with her aunts and saw how they secretly performed magic rituals with lit candles in their dark rooms. So, she decided to go into their rooms to pry through their belongings and found an old notebook where they explained how to perform spells.

​A day before the wedding of Luz Marine and her fiancé, Claire went to the middle of the road that led to the center of the town where the church was located. She stepped among the trees of the thick vegetation on the sides of the road, and in a space between the thin trunks, she drew a circle on the ground with triangular figures in the center. She lit a tall, wide flare of fire with wood, and in front of it, she placed Luz Marine's photo. She whispered a few words in the form of a prayer, and night arrived.

​The next day, Luz Marine woke up with a smile on her face, got ready in a hurry, and in a few minutes, she had already put on her wedding dress. Her cousin Charles Rodriguez, the taxi driver, arrived to pick her up on time, and joy was reflected on their faces.

​They took the road to the sea, heading towards the center of the coastal town, but when they entered the area of the road that only had green leaves and trunks on its sides, Charles, out of excitement, did not realize that he had exceeded the speed limit.

​In a few minutes, they reached the middle of the journey, but what they didn't know was that they were about to step on the spot where the envious girl had performed the spell. A few meters away, a crack that was not there before formed in the pavement from side to side.

​The driver, Charles, managed to spot the crack. He opened his eyes wide, and the skin on his face stretched back. But since he was speeding, he failed to brake in time, and as soon as the taxi touched the slit, it flipped into the air and then fell upside down on the ground, dragging along the cement.

​A few hours later, the area was surrounded by yellow tape and police. An ambulance arrived and was picking up Charles on a stretcher to take him to the hospital. But Luz Marine's body, still wearing her wedding dress, lay lifeless on the road with her limbs twisted.

El Hechizo de la Soledad Eterna y el Despertar Cósmico - Parte 2 (Cuento Corto)

 

Con el fallecimiento de Erick, Elton se convirtió en el egresado más popular de la institución. Ya que debido a la gran fortuna de su familia, había instaurado una gran empresa que estaba triunfando en el mercado y por eso era reconocido.

Lo que Elton no sabía era que la energía del ataque oscuro que había contratado para que acabara con la vida de Erick, había quedado vagando por los aires. Estaba buscando al que para esta era un estafador y quería su paga por haberla invocado, la cual era su alma. 

Cuando una persona fallece por causa de la maldad de otra, su alma queda vagando en el mundo invisible de la tierra hasta que llegue la verdadera hora de muerte, a la que estaba destinado y así trascender. 

Pero como Erick encontró la felicidad junto a las almas de sus dos nuevos amigos, rompió el hechizo y lo mandó a volar cuando abandonó este plano. Como la fuerza maligna no cumplió con lo que dicta su naturaleza, entonces regresó a su origen en busca del autor material o intelectual y al primero que encontró fue a Elton.

Elton en ese momento se encontraba en una fiesta de cócteles celebrando el triunfo de su compañía con la gente prestigiosa y adinerada de su ciudad, rodeado de mujeres muy bellas.

Cuando de repente, se escuchó un estruendo en un costado del salón del club. Una mesa siendo volteada y el sonido del vidrio de copas destrozandose en el suelo. 

Todos miraron hacia allá. Con los ojos hundidos bien abiertos, con la boca en círculo y las líneas de la frente marcadas, vieron que se trataba un ejecutivo y el vicepresidente de la empresa de Eĺton dándose puños. 

En eso, el ejecutivo sacó un arma de su chaleco y le dio tres disparos al compañero de Elton en medio de la fiesta quitándole la vida.

El vicepresidente de Elton era el que realmente manejaba su empresa, ya que tenía estudios universitarios en economía. Elton con su bajo coeficiente intelectual solo había puesto el dinero. 

Desesperado busco quien lo pudiera reemplazar, pero los mejores ya estaban trabajando en otros proyectos. Contrató a otros que se presentaron a sus entrevistas, pero ninguno dio la talla para dominar semejante compañía como lo hacía el difunto.

Comenzó a haber tanta desorganización en las finanzas y en la producción de la empresa que muchos clientes cancelaron sus contratos y con el tiempo el negocio fue decayendo hasta terminar en la bancarrota.

A Elton le embargaron su gran mansión por el no pago de préstamos que hizo para intentar salvar su empresa pero no funcionó.

Fue a buscar apoyo donde su padre que era el que lo había apoyado económicamente con la primera inversión. Pero se encontró con que su enorme vivienda igual había sido confiscada por un delito que cometió. Se había ido del país y tenía forma de comunicarse con él porque no conocía su paradero.

A los pocos días, recibió una llamada en la que le comunicaron que su madre había muerto en un accidente de carro. Contacto a su demás familia pero nadie lo quiso ayudar ni dar empleo porque sabían que él era un bueno para nada y no sabía hacer nada bien. Sus amigos al ver que ya no era adinerado se alejaron de él.

Elton terminó como un mendigo en la calle y el único refugio que tenía era el edificio abandonado donde antes yacía su poderosa empresa. El cual, ya estaba invadido de otros indigentes que ni se percataban de su presencia. 

Al final, el ex millonario por la desesperación que sentía, decidió subir a la azotea del edificio. Sin embargo, esta vez no eran de seis pisos, eran de veinte más. Se subió de pie en el bordillo de la orilla donde se veía la ancha carretera y la energía oscura se llevó su alma a las profundidades de la oscuridad.

The Spell of Eternal Solitude and the Cosmic Awakening - Part 2 (Short Story) by Hanner Goenaga

 

​With Erick’s passing, Elton became the most popular alumnus of the institution. Due to his family’s immense fortune, he had established a major company that was thriving in the market, bringing him widespread recognition.

​What Elton did not know was that the energy from the dark strike he had contracted to end Erick’s life remained wandering through the air. It was searching for the one who, in its eyes, was a fraud; it wanted its payment for having been summoned: his soul.

​When a person dies due to another’s malice, their soul wanders the invisible world of the Earth until their true destined hour of death arrives, allowing them to transcend.

​However, since Erick found happiness alongside the souls of his two new friends, he broke the spell and sent it flying when he departed this plane. Because the malevolent force failed to fulfill its nature, it returned to its origin in search of the mastermind—and the first one it found was Elton.

​At that moment, Elton was at a cocktail party, celebrating his company's success with the city’s prestigious elite, surrounded by beautiful women.

​Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from one side of the club’s ballroom. A table was overturned, followed by the shattering sound of crystal glasses hitting the floor.

​Everyone turned to look. With sunken, wide-open eyes, gaping mouths, and furrowed brows, they saw an executive and the company’s vice president trading blows.

​In the heat of the moment, the executive pulled a gun from his vest and fired three shots at Elton’s partner, killing him right there in the middle of the party.

​Elton’s vice president was the one who truly managed the company, as he held a degree in economics. Elton, with his low intellect, had only provided the capital.

​Desperate, he searched for a replacement, but the best professionals were already committed to other projects. He hired others who showed up for interviews, but none were capable of commanding such a massive company as the deceased had.

​Disorganization began to plague the finances and production. Many clients canceled their contracts, and over time, the business decayed until it fell into bankruptcy.

​Elton’s grand mansion was foreclosed due to his failure to repay the loans he took out in a futile attempt to save the business.

​He went to seek support from his father, who had originally financed his first investment. But he discovered that his father's enormous home had also been confiscated due to a crime he committed. He had fled the country, leaving no way to be reached, as his whereabouts were unknown.

​A few days later, Elton received a call informing him that his mother had died in a car accident. He reached out to the rest of his family, but no one wanted to help or offer him a job; they knew he was useless and lacked any real skills. His friends, seeing he was no longer wealthy, abandoned him.

​Elton ended up as a beggar on the streets. His only refuge was the abandoned building where his powerful company once stood—a place now overrun by other homeless people who didn't even notice his presence.

​Finally, driven by desperation, the former millionaire decided to go to the rooftop. However, this time it wasn’t six stories high; it was twenty more. He stood on the edge of the ledge overlooking the wide highway, and the dark energy took his soul into the depths of darkness.