Something came with us...

It all began like any other Sunday afternoon. A street match.Drinks to celebrate the win.That absurd need to prove they were men. And in the end… a dare no one should have accepted. To prove that fear did not exist in them. But something heard them. Something answered. And from that moment on, nothing was ever normal again. Because what they found does not leave.It does not fade.It is not forgotten. It stays. Even when you close your eyes. Because that night, they did not confront fear. They touched something older. And something… came back with them. ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– This story was originally written in Spanish. The English version has been translated and carefully refined. If you notice anything that feels off, I’d appreciate your feedback.