{"id":2239,"date":"2024-01-21T14:33:18","date_gmt":"2024-01-21T14:33:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/oscarmcastro.com\/?page_id=2239"},"modified":"2024-01-29T15:22:24","modified_gmt":"2024-01-29T15:22:24","slug":"miedos-pasados-miedos-presentes","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/oscarmcastro.com\/index.php\/miedos-pasados-miedos-presentes\/","title":{"rendered":"Miedos pasados, miedos presentes"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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Miedos pasados, miedos presentes \/
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Temores de infancia y temores actuales: juntos en una noche de Halloween \/ Childhood fears and current fears: together on a Halloween night<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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Octubre es considerado el mes de los ni\u00f1os en el pa\u00eds, durante este periodo la mayor\u00eda se divierte disfraz\u00e1ndose y pidiendo dulces, lo que se conoce como el d\u00eda de Halloween.\u00a0<\/p>

Hoy, con mis 30 a\u00f1os, a\u00fan recuerdo la magn\u00edfica sensaci\u00f3n de disfrazarme y salir a pedir caramelos junto a mis amigos de aquel entonces. Era una \u00e9poca de bastante felicidad y pocas preocupaciones.\u00a0<\/p>

Sin embargo, recuerdo que por la calle octava con treinta y cuatro exist\u00eda una casa donde sus due\u00f1os se tomaban tan en serio la decoraci\u00f3n, que para muchos padres de familia el pasar por dicha casa era casi que conocer al mism\u00edsimo Satan\u00e1s. \u00a0<\/p>

Los due\u00f1os de la casa sol\u00edan colocar esqueletos hiperrealistas por toda la fachada, colgaban en el techo r\u00e9plicas de partes humanas plastificadas tan pero tan reales, que incluso los polic\u00edas, mientras hac\u00edan sus acostumbradas rondas por el barrio, bajaban de sus motocicletas y tocaban cada una de dichas piezas para confirmar que no estuvieran ante la presencia de un asesino serial.\u00a0<\/p>

Pero lo m\u00e1s aterrador de dicha casa consist\u00eda en una figura de tama\u00f1o real de una mujer vestida como la popular \u201cLlorona\u201d. Adem\u00e1s de la calidad de la figura y su realismo, el detalle llamativo era sus ojos, los cuales sal\u00edan de las cuencas cada vez que alguien se acercaba a ella. Era la atracci\u00f3n principal de aquel lugar<\/p>

Algunos a\u00f1os despu\u00e9s, me enter\u00e9 de una demanda interpuesta por vecinos del sector contra los due\u00f1os de la casa, la raz\u00f3n: provocaci\u00f3n de traumas a los hijos m\u00e1s peque\u00f1os de los demandantes; el caso lleg\u00f3 a ser noticia nacional.\u00a0<\/p>

A pesar de todo, la demanda no prosper\u00f3, debido a que el juez consider\u00f3 que la creaci\u00f3n de contenido depende de qui\u00e9n lo consume, y que no es posible demandar a una figura de pl\u00e1stico.\u00a0<\/p>

As\u00ed que hoy en d\u00eda la casa contin\u00faa funcionando normalmente, y con el paso de los a\u00f1os, decidieron colocar un letrero al lado de la mu\u00f1eca que dec\u00eda: \u201cMu\u00f1eca de mentiras\u201d, para advertir a los ni\u00f1os que solo era una figura sin vida, y as\u00ed evitar alg\u00fan tipo de trauma o un susto mayor.\u00a0<\/p>

No obstante, cuando era ni\u00f1o, esta atracci\u00f3n s\u00ed logr\u00f3 asustarme lo suficiente como para temerle a las mujeres que trabajaban vestidas de blanco. Es decir, desarroll\u00e9 un peque\u00f1o temor a enfermeras, monjas e incluso a mujeres vestidas de novia. El blanco en mujeres se convirti\u00f3 en un terror para m\u00ed.\u00a0<\/p>

Obviamente super\u00e9 dicho miedo luego de llegar a la adolescencia, y despu\u00e9s de darme cuenta de que solo se trat\u00f3 de una etapa de mi infancia, en la que disfrutaba en exceso la sensaci\u00f3n del d\u00eda de Halloween.\u00a0<\/p>

As\u00ed que, con algo de nostalgia, decid\u00ed ir un 31 de octubre a visitar a mis padres, que a\u00fan viv\u00edan en dicho barrio. Iba para ayudarles a repartir dulces a los ni\u00f1os vecinos, y bueno, por qu\u00e9 no, para dar una vuelta por la casa que me gener\u00f3 mis primeras pesadillas.<\/p>

La noche estaba bastante clara, pocas nubes en el horizonte y muchas familias en la calle, incluso algunos adultos disfrazados le daban color y ambiente familiar al barrio. La casa del terror quedaba a dos calles de la de mis padres, deb\u00eda girar hacia la derecha para encontrar en toda la esquina el lugar en cuesti\u00f3n.<\/p>

Al llegar y verla con ojos de adulto, sent\u00ed nostalgia y apreci\u00e9 mis recuerdos de manera diferente.\u00a0<\/p>

La casa estaba totalmente decorada, pero los esqueletos ya no se ve\u00edan tan amenazadores como lo recordaba; eran solo mu\u00f1ecos de pl\u00e1stico barato comprados en promoci\u00f3n. Aquellas partes humanas que hac\u00edan dudar a la polic\u00eda sobre su autenticidad ya se ve\u00edan tan falsas que incluso algunas ten\u00edan marcas de mordeduras de perros, se\u00f1al de que ahora eran un juguete de mascota. Y como parte final\u2026 la figura de La Llorona.\u00a0<\/p>

Esa figura aterradora del pasado era simplemente un maniqu\u00ed de tienda de ropa con unos ojos amarillos mal pintados, los cuales se mov\u00edan cada vez que alguien se acercaba; daba incluso la sensaci\u00f3n de ser un Pap\u00e1 Noel de Navidad que se enciende cada vez que alguien pasa por su lado.\u00a0<\/p>

Bueno, esto era lo que hab\u00eda, as\u00ed que, para terminar de recordar mis a\u00f1os de infancia, decid\u00ed tomar una foto y dirigirme nuevamente hacia la casa de mis pap\u00e1s.\u00a0<\/p>

La calle ya se encontraba vac\u00eda, las familias felices paseando por el barrio pr\u00e1cticamente no exist\u00edan. Ahora me encontraba caminando solo por la oscuridad en mi antiguo barrio.\u00a0<\/p>

Por esos azares del destino y m\u00e1s en una fecha como esta, convenientemente, por dichas calles no funcionaba ninguna farola, por lo que estaban pr\u00e1cticamente a oscuras. Todo se ve\u00eda con una luz tenue y gris. La calle estaba en un silencio ensordecedor en el que lo \u00fanico que se lograba escuchar, a lo lejos, era un vallenato proveniente de alguna casa lejana al final de la cuadra.\u00a0<\/p>

Con la precauci\u00f3n y desconfianza que da el crecer en Latinoam\u00e9rica, mir\u00e9 hacia atr\u00e1s varias veces, pues cuando creces, el miedo se transforma en cosas m\u00e1s reales: falta de dinero, temor a ser robado, guerras, etc., por lo que cada cierto tiempo volteaba sutilmente mi mirada y aceleraba el paso.\u00a0 \u00a0<\/p>

Luego de unos diez minutos de r\u00e1pida caminata, a lo lejos se lograba divisar una luz roja, posiblemente de una motocicleta: miedo adulto activado.\u00a0<\/p>

Esa farola me gener\u00f3 el mayor temor que hab\u00eda sentido hasta ese d\u00eda, as\u00ed que decid\u00ed acelerar mi paso y, si la ve\u00eda acercarse de manera sospechosa, sin pensarlo mucho saldr\u00eda corriendo. Ya estaba hasta el hartazgo de miles de videos de ladrones en motocicleta, as\u00ed que no quer\u00eda ser el protagonista de uno de ellos. \u00a0<\/p>

La motocicleta fue acelerando sutilmente\u2026 como queriendo interceptarme, volte\u00e9 la cabeza para intentar dilucidar qui\u00e9n la manejaba, y lo que vi fue muy confuso: un ser vestido completamente de blanco, con manchas de sangre en su pecho, adornado con una cabellera desordenada y unos ojos grandes negros y brillantes con una actitud amenazante. Este ser de voz gruesa y rasgada me gritaba que me detuviera.\u00a0<\/p>

No s\u00e9 si fue el impulso por ver una moto a altas horas de la noche o el hecho de presenciar algo que no pod\u00eda describir, lo que me hizo comenzar a correr para intentar llegar a alg\u00fan local abierto que me sirviera de escondite, o que lograra, como segunda opci\u00f3n, persuadir al posible ladr\u00f3n, dada la cantidad de gente que podr\u00eda estar presente en dicha tienda.\u00a0<\/p>

Corr\u00ed lo m\u00e1s r\u00e1pido que pude, pero la motocicleta iba a una velocidad much\u00edsimo m\u00e1s alta que la m\u00eda\u2026 Obviamente, esta me cerr\u00f3 el paso y solo pude levantar mis manos por instinto y decir: \u201cTranquilo, no me haga nada, yo le entrego todo\u201d.\u00a0<\/p>

Este ser misterioso, que sin voltear la mirada hacia m\u00ed intentaba acomodar la moto, me dijo: \u201c\u00a1Cu\u00e1l robarte, bobo! Dejaste el celular tirado en la casa de La Llorona. \u00a1Agradec\u00e9 que te lo entrego! Viendo c\u00f3mo es de peligroso este barrio despu\u00e9s de las 9:00 p.m.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>

Mis\u00a0<\/strong>dos<\/b>\u00a0temores juntos, el de ni\u00f1o y el de adulto<\/strong>,\u00a0resultaron ser una enfermera honesta y cansada que me\u00a0<\/strong>estaba\u00a0entrega<\/strong>ndo\u00a0mi celular<\/strong>, el cual se hab\u00eda ca\u00eddo cuando decid\u00ed tomarle una foto a La Llorona en la casa del terror.\u00a0<\/p>

La mujer, quien llevaba su cabello desordenado, se limit\u00f3 a decirme: \u201c\u00bfVos podes creer que cuando ven\u00eda para mi casa ayud\u00e9 a auxiliar a los heridos de un choque en moto, y mientras llegaba la ambulancia un pendejo me rob\u00f3 mi casco? \u00a1Hombre! T\u00e9ngale miedo a los ladrones, que esos s\u00ed existen, \u00a1a m\u00ed no! Ni que yo fuera La Llorona\u201d.\u00a0<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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October is considered the month of children in the country; during this period, most people have fun dressing up and trick-or-treating, known as Halloween. Today, at the age of 30, I still remember the magnificent feeling of dressing up and going out for candy with my friends back then. It was a time of great happiness and few worries.<\/p>

However, I recall that on Eighth Street with Thirty-Fourth, there was a house where the owners took decorating so seriously that for many parents passing by, it was almost like encountering Satan himself. The owners used to place hyper-realistic skeletons all over the facade, hung replicas of human body parts on the ceiling, so realistic that even the police, during their usual rounds in the neighborhood, would get off their motorcycles and touch each piece to confirm they weren’t dealing with a serial killer.<\/p>

But the most terrifying part of that house was a life-sized figure of a woman dressed as the popular “Llorona.” Besides the figure’s quality and realism, the striking detail was its eyes, which popped out of the sockets every time someone approached. It was the main attraction of the place.<\/p>

Years later, I learned of a lawsuit filed by neighbors against the owners of the house, citing the provocation of trauma to the younger children of the plaintiffs; the case even made national news.<\/p>

Despite it all, the lawsuit did not succeed because the judge believed that the creation of content depends on the consumer and that it’s not possible to sue a plastic figure.<\/p>

So, to this day, the house continues to operate normally. Over the years, they decided to put up a sign next to the doll that read: “Lies Doll,” to warn children that it was just a lifeless figure and avoid any kind of trauma or major fright.<\/p>

However, when I was a child, this attraction did manage to scare me enough to develop a small fear of women dressed in white. That is, I developed a slight fear of nurses, nuns, and even women dressed as brides. White in women became a terror for me.<\/p>

I obviously overcame this fear after reaching adolescence and realizing that it was just a stage of my childhood, where I enjoyed the Halloween sensation excessively.<\/p>

So, with a bit of nostalgia, I decided to visit my parents on October 31, who still lived in that neighborhood. I was going to help them distribute candy to the neighborhood kids and, well, why not, take a walk around the house that gave me my first nightmares.<\/p>

The night was quite clear, with few clouds on the horizon and many families on the street. Even some dressed-up adults added color and a family atmosphere to the neighborhood. The haunted house was two streets away from my parents’ house; I had to turn right to find the place.<\/p>

Upon arriving and seeing it with adult eyes, I felt nostalgia and appreciated my memories differently.<\/p>

The house was fully decorated, but the skeletons no longer looked as threatening as I remembered; they were just cheap plastic dolls bought on sale. Those human parts that made the police doubt their authenticity looked so fake now that some even had bite marks from dogs, a sign that they were now a pet toy. And finally… the figure of La Llorona.<\/p>

That terrifying figure from the past was simply a clothing store mannequin with poorly painted yellow eyes that moved every time someone approached; it even felt like a Christmas Santa Claus that lights up whenever someone passes by.<\/p>

Well, this was what it was, so to finish reminiscing about my childhood years, I decided to take a photo and head back to my parents’ house.<\/p>

The street was already empty; happy families strolling through the neighborhood practically didn’t exist. Now, I was walking alone in the darkness of my old neighborhood.<\/p>

By the twists of fate, and especially on a date like this, conveniently, no streetlights were working on those streets, so they were practically pitch dark. Everything was seen with a dim, grayish light. The street was in a deafening silence, where the only thing that could be heard in the distance was a vallenato coming from a house far down the block.<\/p>

With the caution and distrust that growing up in Latin America gives you, I looked back several times because when you grow up, fear transforms into more real things: lack of money, fear of being robbed, wars, etc. So, I subtly turned my gaze every now and then and quickened my pace.<\/p>

After about ten minutes of fast walking, a red light could be seen in the distance, possibly from a motorcycle: adult fear activated.<\/p>

That streetlight generated the greatest fear I had felt until that day, so I decided to speed up my pace, and if I saw it approaching suspiciously, without thinking too much, I would run. I was fed up with thousands of videos of motorcycle thieves, so I didn’t want to be the protagonist of one.<\/p>

The motorcycle gradually accelerated… as if trying to intercept me. I turned my head to try to figure out who was riding it, and what I saw was very confusing: a being dressed completely in white, with bloodstains on his chest, adorned with disheveled hair and big, black, shiny threatening eyes. This mysterious being with a deep, raspy voice shouted at me to stop.<\/p>

I don’t know if it was the impulse of seeing a motorcycle late at night or witnessing something I couldn’t describe, but it made me start running to try to reach some open store that could serve as a hiding place or, as a second option, persuade the possible thief, given the number of people that could be present in that store.<\/p>

I ran as fast as I could, but the motorcycle was going at a much higher speed than mine… Obviously, it blocked my way, and I could only raise my hands instinctively and say, “Calm down, don’t hurt me, I’ll give you everything.”<\/p>

This mysterious being, without turning his gaze towards me, tried to adjust the motorcycle and said, “What stealing, dummy! You left your phone at La Llorona’s house. Be thankful that I’m giving it back to you! Seeing how dangerous this neighborhood is after 9:00 p.m.”<\/p>

My two fears together, that of a child and that of an adult, turned out to be an honest and tired nurse who was returning my phone, which had fallen when I decided to take a photo of La Llorona at the haunted house.<\/p>

The woman, with her disheveled hair, simply said to me, “Can you believe that when I was coming home, I helped attend to the injured in a motorcycle crash, and while waiting for the ambulance, some kid stole my helmet? Man! Be afraid of thieves, they do exist, not me! It’s not like I’m La Llorona.”<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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