Desde niño siempre me ha dado curiosidad por ver lo que se econde detrás de monumentos cotidiandos de mi ciudad y admirar lo que para muchos no es algo se tener cuidado, sin embargo a veces la curiosidad mata al gato y paseando frwnrw a un imponente obelisco recorde un viejo relato que me contaron hace algun tiempo.

Era la historia de unos niños que en sus travesuras de diciembre decidieron un dia luego de pasar muchas veces ante un obelisco en su ciudad adentrarse a este para.poder observar las calles aledañas con una vista privilegiada, por lo cual intentaron hablar con el encargado de la olaza para poder entrar, pero estw les indico que estaba clausurado.

Ellos indagaron el porque estaba asi, a lo wue hombre contesto que era peligroso, que habia pasado una tragedia alli y que no habia paso.

Los niños investigaron en archivos del pueblo y encontraron la desaparición de una pequeña que encontraron sin vida en aquel monumento, lo cual no hizo mas que incitar a ver que habia alli dentro, quizas hubo in asesino serial? O un fantasma?

La cuiriosidad los llevo a generar un plan par arrebatar al cuidador de sus llaves y poder entrar, cosa que hicieron.

Al entrar no encontraron nada raro, solo la.vestusta escalera y unas vistas que no eran lo que esperaban , nada particulamente macabro.

Hasta que al bajar escucharon un ruido metalico y el ultimo de ellos grito! Un escalon estaba falso y su amigo gindaba de lo que quedaba de la escalera, trataron de pedir ayuda pero no pudieron llegar a tiempo los que les escucharon y el joven fue cayendo hasta quedar con una lesion de colunma que lo mantiene en una silla hasta el dia de hoy...

Los peligros no son emocionantes solo son peligros.... Y la curiosidad mato al gato...

Muchas gracias por leer...

ENGLISH

Since I was a child I have always been curious to see what lies behind everyday monuments of my city and admire what for many is not something to be careful, however sometimes curiosity kills the cat and walking frwnrw to an imposing obelisk I remembered an old story that I was told some time ago.

It was the story of some children who in their December mischief decided one day after passing many times in front of an obelisk in their city to go inside it to observe the surrounding streets with a privileged view, so they tried to talk to the person in charge of the obelisk to be able to enter, but he told them that it was closed.

They asked why it was closed, to which the man replied that it was dangerous, that a tragedy had happened there and that there was no passage.

The children investigated in the town archives and found the disappearance of a little girl who was found lifeless in that monument, which did nothing but incite them to see what was inside, maybe there was a serial killer? Or a ghost?

The curiosity led them to generate a plan to snatch the caretaker of his keys and to enter, which they did.

Upon entering, they found nothing unusual, just the staircase and a view that was not what they expected, nothing particularly macabre.

Until they heard a metallic noise as they descended and the last of them shouted! A step was false and his friend was falling from what was left of the ladder, they tried to call for help but those who heard them could not arrive in time and the young man was falling until he was left with a neck injury that keeps him in a chair until today...

The dangers are not exciting, they are just dangers.... And curiosity killed the cat...

Thank you very much for reading...

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