SHORT STORY – THE BALLROOM
THE BALLROOM
Automatic translation from the original story in Spanish. Not checked manually
The huge ballroom of the castle, that night was packed with guests eager for fun…
Young bodies – men and women – in period clothing moved tirelessly to the chords of a minuet…
The only unusual thing was that the rows of mirrors that covered the four walls of the room were covered with thin black velvet curtains… Only some of the curtains left visible a small gap of those well-covered mirrors… The funny thing is they didn’t return any image…
Bram, absorbed in the sheets of paper on which he had only scribbled a few words, came out of his reverie and half-opened his eyes. There was no one there… No mirrors, no hall, no musicians… Neither were the enigmatic dancers…
He narrowed his eyes again and the scene, absolutely vivid, became real again… They danced to the music and the small spaces in the mirrors still did not reflect the joyous dancers…
Bram repeated the operation several times with the same results… finally, with a pissed off face, he said: I’m fed up with the balls and my inspiration is low… I think I’ll forget about the party, I’ll take the count out during the night, and that he sucked someone one fucking time… This is how Dracula was born…
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