The family business

The endless uneasiness began several years ago in the past. It was in 1963 when I was old enough to be considered fit -in the eyes of my parents- to take a look at the family business. Before the aforementioned, my first reaction was characterized by having a most horrendous nature, being the same caused by the disgusting screams that resounded in the small space where the poor soul resided bathed in natural dyes that caused me little curiosity, but the worst It was not the vision that was shared with me or the place where they brought me at a very young age, but rather the actions that I had to commit to prove my worth while holding the subscription to keep an eye on the family business. Rooms surrounded by stones and metals arranged in precise ways that denoted moss that probably dated from several centuries in the past, which spoke of a continuation of this trade through the years. In my explorations in those infinite underground catacombs, I was able to perceive various screams that enjoyed different accents... Horrifying exclamations based on the claims of beings who shouted for help, some, shouted their origin, as well as their connection with the earthly world, that, froze my blood... However, the gloomiest thing waited patiently at the end of the long corridor through which I walked, after all, that "being" expressed a demanding mental authority as I approached the radius of the reach of his spirit. I was confused. Raised by loving parents who constantly gave me gifts of adorable proportions, the same ones who used to play by my side when I was still young and preserved the innocence of the child, those who stayed by my side when an illness lodged in my body and did not want to leave, therefore, what I observed froze my soul... Drawing it towards the vastness of the darkness that surrounded the truth that I believed my life supposed to be, wrapping it between the grotesque that was two floors below the house where I grew up and lost my first teeth, or create the odd memory. Plus, the undeniable truth that was shown to me at the young age of eight allowed me to possess a certain knowledge beyond what is achievable by humanity, after all, the limits of what my eyes witnessed, of the disgusting screams that invaded my first home, of the repulsive tissues that I got to reach; it, all, snatched the few tears that came from my eyes to give my vision new colors that I would use to judge humanity. Such knowledge cannot be learned, much less narrated... It must be observed, witnessed, smelled and touched to complete the complexity of its understanding, thus, those ancient runes, those words spoken in untouchable or never heard languages can be understood by the human brain...

Now you will wonder, dear reader, the reason for such explanations, the reason behind my need to convey this experience of myself to you; and allow me to explain, after all, this writing will serve so that you can make the proper conclusions regarding the inevitable destiny that happened in my life, of course, in the supposed case that my words are released to an audience that can deliberate on the happened. You see, I have decided to abandon it ... I have opted for the difficult decision of communicating my opinion to my relatives and completely abandoning the private affairs of the Jorgan family, nevertheless, it is an extremely complex task, therefore, it is now a priority for me to fear for the nature of my existence and the possible changes to which it could and may be subjected, therefore, I beg you to give me your full attention and memorize the information that you will digest below, thus, I will have a witness whom can tell my history.

It is hard for me to consider where I should begin, perhaps, my sentences should have their beginning in the gigantic proportions of the ideas kept below the Jorgan mansion, it would probably be important for me to comment on the atrocities kept for centuries in the cages preserved in semi-perfect state since immemorial times in the labyrinths of the property, where the disgusting of humanity is transformed into something palatable, into a tolerable product. I navigated those corners too many times, trying to find the secrets that have been protected since -perhaps- pre-seventh century times, but I was always stopped by the oldest of the Jorgan, who was in charge of safeguarding the integrity of the abhorrent prison. I am sure that at this point your curiosity about what is imprisoned within the walls of mother earth, provokes an unequaled curiosity, however, I must warn you that you must not stand in the way of the interesting justice carried out in such a quasi-divine way in those lands; I would hate to have to share with you a room as limited as the creatures that linger on those rock walls. I have made the decision to leave the family business. The night terrors that catch me since the revelation at my young age, hunt my present from the first moment, haunt my ears and trap my nose with the fearsome smell of blood that is kept -in a strange way- always fresh in the strange labyrinth. The figures belonging to the abyssal of the caves that seem to approach the deepest part of the earth are absolutely horrifying. But a fact persists to which I have not been able to provide an answer, and it is plausible that you could have given me some spiritual guidance if I had waited for you to arrive at this place in the depths of the city, but you must know that patience has never been one of my strengths, thus causing me to want to get rid of the traumatic images that navigate my conscious mind since my eyes memorized the horrors of those rooms; How could I start such a conversation with my relatives? The common response would enjoy the characteristics of people who consider that families should have support for future consistency, however, such men or women are unaware of the seriousness that my relatives enjoy, thus causing the words that I should use have to be of the most careful if I wish to preserve my humanistic consistency instead of joining that human subgenus kept and preserved in the darkness of the small poor natural apartments. Although, it is possible that it is necessary for me to share a deeper description of the fears that inhabit the aforementioned place, thus, regardless of the destination or the metamorphosis to which I could be subjected, the evidence of the existence of divine illegality, will exist.

Despite my decision to give you details of my experiences, I must beg you to stay away from the Jorgan property. As I have already mentioned, I would hate for us to share a similar fate.

The proportions of the undeniable after the experience are characterized for the universal impact that it could bring. As if such guardians of the divine sin or the error of God, had a certain fundamental role for the safeguarding of humanity, but I would not know what would happen if such metamorphic beings came to the surface to satisfy the curiosity of the fulfillment of their forbidden desires/pleasures, but I can assure you that if it were the case, chaos would not break out immediately. I can tell you with absolute certainty that these beings are highly intelligent and capable, with great logic and reasoning skills, therefore, my predictions would be that they would look for a habitat that is comfortable for them, surrounded by different types of nature to shorten their connection with the dark "I" of which they are characterized, later, the incidents would increase in a linear way without being mentioned as an exponential growth in the dark cases in which the human race would enter, in this way, they would create their feeding cycles to survive to the harsh weather seasons to which they are not accustomed, then I can tell you that the cases of the police and forensic medicine would become -with time- the most macabre and inexplicable, which would lead (in due time) to popular chaos, but I don't have enough time to give you an exact description of the wickedness that finds its raison d'être in the giant compartments below the Jorgan´s mansion. I have decided to leave the family business and at this moment I am on my way to request a talk with my relatives, who are the head of the family, now, I beg you to wish me the best of luck, in the end only the appropriate luckiness will be capable of saving me from the depth of the horrors that might await me behind the rotten black doors of the abyssal catacombs that protect us from the errors of Our Lord.