The cursed treasures.

It was a dark and stormy night when Jaime, a fearful young man, found himself trapped in the town’s old abandoned theater. He had entered reluctantly, pushed by his friends in an attempt to test his bravery. However, he was alone now, and the heaviness of loneliness crushed his chest.

The air in the theater was thick and humid, as if time itself had stopped within those walls. Jaime could hear the echo of each step, echoing through the maze of empty seats and dusty curtains. He tried not to think about the rumors that the place was haunted, but every shadow seemed to move in the corner of his eye, and every creak of the building made his heart beat faster.

As he walked, his hands handled the remains of the props that he found on his way. A top hat here, a toy sword there. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, and the objects seemed to have been abandoned in a desperate haste. Jaime tried not to think about what could have caused that abandonment.

Suddenly, he felt something move on his hand. He looked down and saw an ant crawling up his arm. He shook her with a gasp, his mind imagining hordes of insects devouring him alive. Paranoia was beginning to take over him, but he tried to calm himself, reminding himself that he needed to find a way out.

He continued advancing until he reached the stage. From there, he could see the magnitude of the theater. The rows and rows of seats were lost in the darkness, and the walls seemed to close in on him. Suddenly, he heard a steady drip coming from the wings. With a knot in his stomach, he decided to investigate.

As he got closer, he saw that the sound was coming from an old broken pipe. The water dripped slowly, forming a puddle on the floor. Looking at the glowing liquid under the dim light, he remembered the horror stories he had heard about the place. They said that the theater had been built on an old cemetery, and that the water was contaminated with the restless souls of the dead.

The heaviness of these thoughts was almost unbearable, but Jaime knew he couldn’t stay there. He needed to move on. He took a deep breath and walked further into the wings. He went behind the curtains and found a door that seemed to lead to the dressing rooms. He opened it cautiously, his trembling hands fumbling at the rusty knob.

The dressing rooms were small and claustrophobic, full of broken mirrors and more forgotten props. Jaime imagined the actors preparing for their roles, applying makeup and checking their lines in those same mirrors. He tried not to think about whether his reflections were still haunting the broken glass.

Suddenly, he heard a thud, as if something had fallen to the ground. He turned around quickly, but saw nothing. Fear gripped him, every sound amplifying his terror. He moved toward the source of the noise, his curiosity momentarily overtaking his fear.

What he found took his breath away. In a dark corner of the dressing room, there was a small antique chest, partially open. Inside, there was a collection of jewelry and valuables. Jaime pawed at them in disbelief, his mind working to understand why they were there.

Before he could decide what to do, he heard a whisper behind him. He turned around, but saw no one. The heaviness in his chest intensified. He remembered all the stories of ghosts and cursed treasures, and felt panic consume him. He needed to get out of there, and fast.

He ran back to the stage, his footsteps echoing in the void. As he ran, he tripped over the scattered props, falling to the ground. The impact stunned him, and for a moment, he thought he wouldn’t be able to get up. But survival instinct prompted him to stand up and move forward.

Finally, he found a back exit. He opened the door with all his might and felt the cool night air hit his face. The heaviness began to dissipate, replaced by overwhelming relief. Jaime ran out of the theater, without looking back, determined to never tell anyone what he had found.

Although he had survived the night, he knew that the old theater would never leave him alone. The shadows and whispers would continue to haunt him, always reminding him of that night of terror and mystery.

Comment:

I chose the words at random using an Excel file, which selects words from a list. The story with no more than 5000 characters is the work of ChatGPT, I told the AI: «Create a story no longer than 5000 characters with these words, in any of their modes, genders, times and numbers, if applicable. that they have them: need, fearful, heaviness, water, ant, mutilation, grope.

And speaking of cursed treasures, the story reminds me of this prophecy:

Habakkuk 2:9 Woe to him who covets unjust gain for his house, to set his nest high, to escape from the power of evil! 10 You took shameful advice for your house, you laid waste many towns, and you have sinned against your life. 11 For the stone will cry out from the wall, and the plank of the timber will answer it.

They do not want to be immortal because they know that they are swindling and that everything will come to light, being alive they could not help but receive the curse of everyone they swindled.

Many messages in the Bible do not reflect the word of God but of Rome, who under their saying: “All roads lead to Rome,” converted the message of the path to justice into a path that leads to the achievement of the interests of Rome and not justice. There is no rebellion against God without punishment, nor fidelity to God without reward, because the superior value did everything to be seen as superior, he who divides and distributes keeps the best part and leaves the rest to his enemies, that is why God stays with The loyal ones, they are the best part. Isaiah 66:3-4 Because they have chosen their own ways, they have loved their abominations, I will choose mockery for them, and will bring upon them what they feared.