La presencia story Esp-Eng

 [Pixabay](https://pixabay.com/es/photos/gato-de-cerca-animal-felino-1841202/) Aquella tarde lluviosa regrese a casa, había pasado dos semanas en el hospital, mi gata Merry no se veía muy contenta de verme, me miraba fijamente como si me desconociera. Quizás era porque mamá estaba en casa, que la sentia distante y molesta, ya no la veía cerca de mi ronroneando entre mis piernas, ella solo se alejaba recelosa y no buscaba acompañarme en mi sillón. Me parecío extraño y créanme debí hacerle caso, aquella noche escuché ruido en la cocina, baje a ver y hay estaba Merry maullando fuerte y arañando a la nada. Pensé que estaba pasando por algún episodio de su edad, ella estaba vieja y quizás algo de esa condición la estaba afectando, no le di importancia y aquella noche me fui a dormir. Al día siguiente un olor putrefacto me despertó, pensé que Merry había traído algo descompuesto a casa, no lo hacía pero debido a su actitud extraña, quizás era algo probable. Estoy convencida que debi hacerle caso, mi gata seguia actuando raro, parecía que no me conocía y cada noche miraba fijamente por la ventana, eso antes de sentarse frente a la puerta de mi habitación, mirando mi cama fijamente, con esa actitud de enojo e irá que no entendía. Al final de aquella semana estábamos solas en casa, llovía mi gata insistía en salir afuera, pero no quería abrir porque estaba mojado, así que me senté en la cocina a tomar un café. Mi gata comenzó a maullar, pero este sonido se sentía diferente, como si peleará con algo o alguien, me baje a mirar debajo de la mesa y ví aquella horrible presencia parada frente a mí y quien sostenía a mi gata por el cuello. Aterrorizada intenté correr, pero está me sostuvo y se llevó mi alma, mi gata Merry ahora maulla, me acaricia y se sienta como siempre a mi lado en el sillón, pero extrañamente solo ella puede verme. > ! [English] > # The presence >That rainy afternoon, I returned home after spending two weeks in the hospital. My cat, Merry, didn't seem very happy to see me. She stared at me as if she didn't recognize me. > >Perhaps it was because my mother was home that she felt distant and annoyed. She no longer purred between my legs, but instead moved away suspiciously and did not seek to accompany me on my couch. > >I found it strange, and believe me, I should have paid attention. That night, I heard a noise in the kitchen. I went down to investigate and found Merry meowing loudly and scratching at nothing. > >I thought she was going through some phase due to her age. She was old, and perhaps that was affecting her. I didn't think much of it and went to bed that night. > >The next day, a putrid smell woke me up. I thought Merry had brought something rotten into the house. She didn't do that, but given her strange behavior, it seemed likely. > >I'm convinced I should have paid attention to her. My cat continued to act strangely. She seemed not to know me and every night she stared out the window before sitting in front of my bedroom door, staring at my bed with an angry attitude that I didn't understand. > >At the end of that week, we were home alone. It was raining, and my cat insisted on going outside, but I didn't want to open the door because it was wet, so I sat in the kitchen drinking coffee. > >My cat began to meow, but this sound felt different, as if she were fighting with something or someone. I got down to look under the table and saw that horrible presence standing in front of me, holding my cat by the neck. > >Terrified, I tried to run, but it held me and took my soul. My cat Merry now meows, rubs against me, and sits next to me on the couch as usual, but strangely, only she can see me. Original content authored by me [Traductor](https://www.deepl.com/translator)