NARAS TEMABLE DE FANTASMAS E OTRA COSAS

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Ep.15 “Mense de portes”

Un venta fria ia sofla tra la campo solitar e oscur, vacua con eseta de Camilla e sua camioneta negra. El ia es un fem peti con capeles corvin negra en un roba covreda con coteles. Lo es coreta, sua roba ia ave coteles primida sur sua surfas. Mal coteles. Coteles crostida con sangue. E con tortas crostosa.

A cold wind blew across the lonely dark field, empty except for Camilla and her black truck. She was a small woman with raven black hair and a knife print dress. That’s right, her dress had knives printed all over it. Sinister knives. Knives caked with blood. And cake.

El ia vade a la dorso de la camioneta e ia abri la porte retro. A fondo de la nivel de carga on ia ave un caxon vea de lenio cual el ia tira con tota de sua potia asta ce lo ia lisca de la camioneta e ia cade a la erba a su.

She walked to the back of the truck and opened the tailgate. In the truck bed was an old wooden chest which she pulled on with all of her might until it slid out of the truck and crashed onto the grass below.

- Alo, - un vose distante ia veni.

- Hey, - came a distant voice.

La oios de Camila ia dardi de asi a ala ma el no ia pote trova de do la parlor ia clama el.

Camilla’s eyes darted to and fro but she could not make out where the speaker had called from.

- Si? - Camilla ia dise.

- Yeah? - said Camilla.

- Cual tu fa ala, en acel campo con acel caxon? - la vose ia demanda.

- What are you doing out there in that field with that chest? - asked the voice.

- Me ia vade a entera lo ma cisa no plu, car tu ia vide me, - Camilla ia dise.

- I was gonna bury it but probably not any more, because you saw me, - said Camilla.

- O, - la vose ia dise. - Pardona… Me ta pote… Me ta pote simple parti…

- Oh, - said the voice. - I’m sorry… I can just… I can just go.

- Lo no importa, - Camilla ia dise. - Me no pote aora risca la acaso e entera esta asi, donce tu pote egal resta.

- It doesn’t matter, - said Camilla.- I can’t take the chance and bury this here now so you might as well stay.

A pos el ia ensirca con sua brasos la caxon de lenio e ia forti se per lo cual va es serta un aranca dolosa per repone la caxon a la camioneta.

She then reached her arms around the wooden chest and braced herself for what would certainly be a painful heave back onto the track.

- Me ta vole pote aida tu con acel, - la vose ia dise e, a pos, un figur ia emerje de la oscur, movente lenta a Camilla e la camioneta, - ma me es un fantasma e donce me no pote teni cosas, tu sabe.

- I wish I could help you with that, - said the voice and then a figure emerged from the darkness slowly moving toward Camilla and the truck, - but I’m a ghost so I can’t like grab stuff.

Camilla ia desteni la caxon e ia turna per regarda atendosa la orijina de la vose. Lo ia es vera un fantasma levitante, luminada par luna e gotante muco fantasmal sur la erba e tera.

Camilla took her hands off the chest and spun around to get a good look at the source of the voice. It was a ghost all right hovering there in the moonlight, dripping ghost goo all over the grass and dirt.

- O, tu es un fantasma, - Camilla ia dise. - Me ia pensa ce tu es un person de carne vivente. Me suposa ce lo no importa si tu vide me enterante esta.

- Oh, you’re a ghost, - said Camilla. - I thought you were a living flesh person. I guess it doesn’t matter if you see me burying this.

- Cual es en lo? - la fantasma ia demanda.

- What’s in it? - asked the ghost.

- Cores de umanas, - Camilla ia dise.

- Human hearts, - said Camilla.

- U, cual? - la fantasma ia dise con sua oios pico aturdida.

- Wow, what? - said the ghost, their eyes boggling a bit.

- Me ia mata sirca sento sincodes persones e alora ia reteni sua cores per, bon, nostaljia. Ma me comensa de un paje limpa e prende alga lesones de desinia web. Me nesesa desprende tota de mea vive vea.

- I killed like a hundred fifty people and then kept their hearts for like nostalgia. But I’m going clean and taking some web design classes. I need to get rid of everything from my old life.

- Tu sabe, me ia es omisideda e mea mator ia prende mea cor, - la fantasma ia dise. - Me no dise ce el ia es tu, ma…

- You know, I was murdered and my killer took my heart, - said the ghost. - I’m not saying it was you but…

Camilla ia regarda plu atendosa la fas temable de la fantasma.

Camilla looked closer at the ghost spooky face.

- O, si. Vera, me mesma ia mata tu. Espeta per un secondo, - el ia abri la caxon e ia comensa xerca tra la cores. - A, asi. Esta es tua. Me oblida nunca un cor. Tota los ave un raconta.

- Oh yeah. Now, I did kill you. Hold on one sec, - she kept open the chest and begun rummaging through the hearts. - There we go. Yeah, this one’s yours. I never forget a heart. They all tell a story.

Camilla ia dona la cor a la fantasma e el ia pote teni lo car lo ia es, tu sabe, sua cor.

Camilla handed the heart to the ghost who was able to hold it because it was like… their heart.

- Me no sabe como me senti de esta, - la fantasma ia dise.

- I don’t know how I feel about this, - said the ghost.

- Me senti no cosa, - Camilla ia dise, - con eseta de un pasion ardente per desinia web.

- I feel nothing, - said Camilla, - except a burning passion for web design.

- Esce me pote reteni esta? - la fantasma ia dise regardante ancora sua cor.

- You mind if I keep this? - asked the ghost still looking at their heart.

- No, me nesesa reave lo, - Camilla ia dise saisinte lo de la manos fantasmin. - Me va senti bizara sabente ce un de la cores no es en la caxon.

- No, I’m gonna need that back, - said Camilla, grabbing it from their ghostly hands. - I’ll feel weird knowing one of the hearts isn’t in the heart box.

- Oce, lo es justa. Alora bon note a tu! - la fantasma ia dise e el ia comensa flota a via.

- Okay, that’s fair. Have a good night then! - said the ghost and they began to float away.

Camilla ia prende un pala de la camioneta e direta ante ce el ia comensa sua escava el ia regarda a la fantasma desaparente e ia dise:

Camilla took a shovel from her truck and right before she began her hole digging she looked up at the fading ghost and said:

- Bon note ance a tu, Dwight D Eisenhower.

- Good night to you too, Dwight D. Eisenhower.