The Mine of Ixtapa

On public lands belonging to the old town of Ixtapa, crumbling old houses remain for the time, none of these houses have real historical value, are old houses raided by time, which amount to the old hill leading to the old mine of salt, most of these areas, remain full of undergrowth which rises and falls according to geography and the hill leading up to the Hill which was the old elevator by which men descended, the thicket wild imagination makes imagine the most fantastic and supernatural where nighttime noise is heard like the old steam trains that once came to the Hill to take their precious cargo to the capital in Guadalajara,

The dark look of Gregorio Mendez Look closely how the people have gone to become part of what is the new people, but is the last inhabitant of the original homes of these people who has ever talked to him, he will account of his alleged insanity, but has glimpses of sanity and an excellent memory, has an imagination full of mysterious things quirky and night shadows of their dire memories, but few remember the most tragic events of that mine, clearly remembers, but with strange anecdotes able to surprise anyone.

The mine was founded in 1845 by foreign persons named Williams, managed to make a small fortune by digging for salt, but yet, the people of Ixtapa not frowned on these foreigners to invest money created sources work, a little better than the work on the plantations with overseers and owners quite cruel, not far from the mine remain strangers vestiges of time, small array of mysterious pyramids whose meaning is unknown to most of the inhabitants of Ixtapa, few even dare to tread and damn those inhospitable terrain which is said to serve as centers of worship for satanists and other kinds of unpleasant things, but yet, beyond what we have false languages, there are vestiges of true horrors on strangers these strange pyramids, that even seemingly simple proximity to small sets of stones.

Volatile Imagination makes people think of the most bizarre stories and tales, some grandmothers and elders tell their children before bedtime, but yet, Gregorio Mendez while smoking an old pipe and slowly rocking in the rocking chair with notes care how old people are consumed by dust and weeds continue to grow, more than ever a surveyor, engineer or architect have come to realize and plan some real estate development, but yet, shortly after the start of work mysteriously people leave the place and leave any project engineers, Gregorio sometimes if you are in a good mood shows surveyors marks camper even some builders who left everything to retire, even an old tractor remains hidden in the undergrowth as part of a mysterious aura that increases and exacerbates the imagination of the viewer the image.

As I said people's imagination powerfully flies when you witness a curious and impressive image, but yet you have to distinguish fact from fiction mystery, to this I mean that while many people only see the image of this place is afraid, the facts accidental observe during my stay here were most strange and beyond logic, everything remains recorded on a camcorder whose contents have erased the horror fill only remember images so strange and shocking my eyes saw in that place, I remember clearly that we were just a group of young students passing through those dark and mysterious places, my friends talked and laughed while I was loading the quietest enjoyed our camcorder recording occurrences of young people willing to live life to the fullest.

I remember when we reached the village, we noticed the quality and goodwill of the people we met there, and although we would have been easy to find a place to sleep, we decided to move away from the town center and head up the hill to have a field night , we had between our tent things that made us think we'd have a quiet night and fun around a campfire, it all started when we stopped the car and decided to settle in one of the lots surrounding the hill, a fellow lit the campfire and ate our reserves and increased due to purchases in the village, one of our companions was terribly wrong with the place and more than once we were asked to come back to town, unfortunately we listened ever, so we continued on our fantastic adventure, without realizing that we were observed from the beginning by someone.

The first time we saw Gregorio Mendez, scared us, carrying a rifle 30 30 hung on the shoulder carefully watching our makeshift camp, if we were smarter we had heeded the warnings of the old man whose hair grew in a semicircle above his head , leaving a completely bald area, crystalline brown eyes and pale skin dark even though we realized that there was no spectrum night scared us silently due to the moving of the hill between the old loading carbine, surprised to hear the warnings of old, who warned us that there was somehow cursed.

We decided to ignore it and concentrate on our immature talks and entertainment, filling the air with the smell of cigarette and alcohol, while a tape recorder playing old songs on a compact disc, making the party more enjoyable, do not remember the reasons, or why, but without But suddenly remember that we were all having fun dancing around the fire, but with a frantic dance and mysterious, whose dance steps by no means knew before, I even I rarely dance, I was mesmerized by the fire there in strange and mysterious archaic dances, where sensuality or passed to another term rate, because the fire was the main driver of this ball, but yet, the truly monstrous began just as the music ended.

While we danced around the fire, drunk and full of youthful passion, without knowing why we did it, the recorder started having failures, most thought it was just the batteries, but it ended with a sharp sound which blew the speakers, the noise monstrous profane and surprised us all, more I can tell you our expression was terror and surprise, once relieved to check the unit realized that the batteries still worked but the speakers were blown, at that mysterious noise emanating from it.

After that we decided to go to bed, as planned we should sleep in the tents in pairs, some did and others formed mixed couples same-sex couples, my partner was a student of architecture which did look pretty tired and pale countenance, he quickly fell asleep and did not know more, was to others who stayed awake that we witnessed what we have not yet logical answer or an attempt at explanation.

After midnight, while insects and and their night noises filled the air, began that, although the fire was almost extinct, without realizing this had begun learned increasingly harder, when the flame was reached 2 m high, when all we present the tents to see that happening, although there were wood and other objects to burn the flame, it rose beyond what may light a fire without enough wood or other flammable material for that terrible monster fire, while all observe that fueel beginning of madness.

The tents around the campfire while we watched from inside a skeptical yet curious, that's when we see a small and mysterious silhouette which approached the fire and started dancing in strange and mysterious, more than this abominable, inhuman forms dancing because their contortions, that was hypnotic or beyond our understanding reaped by surprise, this silhouette was joined by more, all dancing around the fire without any order, without any rhythm, in a kind of chaos arrhythmic and where the ultimate monstrous mattered was the dance, the shadows were not translucent objects, but objects which could overshadow the light and shadow create any object as normal, increasingly mysterious that ended with the detonation of a firearm.

Beings began throwing horrible squealing like what was heard on the recorder, we threw those and gradually filled with terror left there terrified fleeing running in different directions down the hill, while my tent mate I overheard screaming in terror, but none of us dared to turn around and go back for it, we broke some individually and others in small groups, coincidentally I finished off a fellow multimedia engineering education.

We ran north, or what I thought was the North without knowing that my partner headed to the mine, as we ran she could see an old camper forgotten, we decided to head there to hide from what we had seen before, the camper by remained within abandoned and badly damaged, furniture was a table and completely destroyed, coincidentally found a flashlight running, stayed there for a period of half an hour, until I finally had the courage to come out and observe the surroundings, it was then that happened something mysterious and horrible to my companion.

The scars on her face have closed and hardly manage to distinguish the wounds caused by what was considered one of the most horrible experiences I've ever witnessed, she let out a terrifying scream and I went to the camper just to watch her in the mirror remaining in one of the walls, and in the mirror you could see your reflection cracked because the mirror was broken, but yet before our eyes the glass recovered its original form, my partner surprised touched the mirror, but the mirror began to leak blood, not surprisingly this blood came from the mirror itself, but in the face of my companion which had sprung a huge amount of cuts and wounds in the face with my jacket covered his face to prevent him bleed, camper about sounds heard footsteps approaching.

The door was suddenly opened and in walked two of my colleagues accompanied the old Gregorio Mendez which attentive watching the scene, to the proximity of police patrols and ambulance approached, the police conducted a search of my colleagues, however one of they disappeared, my fellow tent.

My companion was found inside the mine three hours after sunrise, with a horrible face and monstrous, apparently laughing but also crying, smiling and quite disturbing monstrous, from that day the group never again leave home, the companion who suffered wounds in the face more than once has been hospitalized in a mental health center, since before I entered the room, she observed something in the mirror, that gradually over the years it has eaten sanity.

Gregorio Mendez at sunset still be months with wind in her rocking chair, smoking his old pipe, which sows snuff it, while keeping strange secrets on monstrous creatures of nightmares that in 1957 led to the ruin of the Williams family and the subsequent debacle mine, planned sometime back there to get answers, but I doubt that some of these have logical explanation, because the logic of madness and despite being one line points away from each other and only those who can understand these horrors simply have taken a step to cross the fine line that divides our useless logic into madness monstrous beings clumsy and blasphemous night of God's creation