It could be my imagination...

Relato breve en inglés 2013

It could be my imagination, or someone was seeing me from one of the windows of the old house. This happened to me few days ago, I was coming back home when I passed near the house, which is surrounded by a gloomy atmosphere, and I saw a shadow that was observing me from an open window of the attic, then I decided  that I would enter to see what was happening inside. Yesterday morning I talked to my friends but when I explained them what had happened to me with the shadow, many of them said that they wouldn’t go with me but they had a lot of curiosity so finally they accepted. We decided to enter at 4:00 p.m. because my friends didn’t want to go in the dark. We selected by raffle the person who was the first to enter to the house and then the rest of us entered. Except for some open window, darkness filled most of the house. Luckily, I had brought a torch with me, so I turned it on and of course I had to go first. The first floor was a huge hall and in the middle there were wooden stairs that produced a frightening crackle, we climbed them up. On the second floor we could discover the dining room; it had some stairs on the right side that were connected to the attic. My friends didn’t want to go up so I went alone and trembling, while I was climbing the stairs I heard a strange sound and I went down quickly, but my friends also heard a noise down and they went up at the same time, so we all fell rolling down. Then we found, in front of us, an old man who wore old clothes. Everyone thought that we weren’t in danger so we decided to sit down and listen to the old man. He said that large banquets and meetings with great artists like him had been holding in the house. He also said that he was a great violinist in his era. We thought he was a crazy tramp but we heard his story with a huge enthusiasm. It was late and we had to leave the house. When I was closing the principal door I saw a picture, the man of the picture had an incredible resemblance to the tramp, he smiled and even it gave me the impression that he winked me an eye. Or it could be my imagination...?