Necromancer

A group of locals wander through the terregosos road in the country, an elderly man asked a lift and they grant it, while driving, the capital asked by horror stories, the ansiano laughs and answers, here in san Sebastian oblivion the dead returning from the grave, thanks to the necromancer, some young people smile, that man makes the nights his dayswanders with its black coat, once dona petra husband died you one Friday, Saturday already played him the door, dona petra told her, go to sleep old to the cemetery, the dead answered him, old, I have it cold old, dona petra sack him a quilt for the cold, the next morning they found the quilt on the tomb of the oldlucia once a kid of 15 years the boyfriend of 18, died you at dawn that appears at the door, fast that the kid gets it and both spent the night together, the next morning the kid was lost, family looking for it in the tomb of the groom and there it was, both burned affectionately in the coffindid not come by it, if not that she went with, but sometimes get them shot backfired, family Cisneros already killed by the heritage of the old, one of the sons that he sends to dig up the father and they carry the necromancer, they threw him into the mat, until the milk is made to lose that day so much that stank, but the old back from the dead to laugh at them, the old didn't want them to leave anything to anyone, so they returned to the tomb and were distributed that equally, young laughed, others heard astonished, but that never stopped him?, I question a young man, to the necromancer?, stop it if you can, that man imagine if you can bring the dead's return that will not make one, layers that kills you or makes you kill yourself chained to the taciturn, dead ones who already forgot who they are, fight all the time in the basement of the necromancer, well I here under in cemetery, a young man questioning, just is you one dead, the old man smiled and continued, would hear little old you care the cemetery?, asks one of the capital, not son, I'm going to sleep, none of the youths understands this until you come to the old man enter the Chapel, which is something that a tomb, a chill runs through their bodies, a funeral March advances, carry a dead to bury, one of the women, reportedly tells the widow to the drawer, click old bastard just who knows that you are still visiting cellars after his deathRemember that when you get home I play three times, young people from the country's capital came from there at full throttle never to return...