By the time Miriam, Ignacio and Josu reached Villacián, the storm had already taken over the village. Under the lightning, its four houses appeared and disappeared, each with a door opening onto the street and another hidden at the back. In the middle stood Miriam’s family house. On one side were two more, lived in by elderly couples; on the other, a fourth one that nobody seemed to want to mention: blackened walls, a caved-in roof and weeds that looked as if they wanted to swallow it whole. From the car, Miriam waved to one of those couples, who were watching them from the window of the furthest house.
The family house was made of dark stone, with a path that ended at a small porch. As they got out of the car, the other couple, the ones from the house next door, came out to welcome them and kissed Miriam on both cheeks. Before saying goodbye, the old man leaned in and whispered something in her ear. She answered with a mischievous smile, the kind that keeps secrets. Behind the house, a yard enclosed by a low wall opened onto the forest through an old gate.
During dinner, a clap of thunder rattled the windows. Ignacio looked out and froze: behind a black pane in the abandoned house, a yellowish light was flickering. Miriam then told them the story. A hundred years earlier, a fire had gutted the inside. A married couple and their seven-year-old daughter, Sonia, had lived there. When the neighbours put out the flames, they found none of the three. Nobody had lived there since.
Josu laughed and said the family must have come back to celebrate the anniversary.
At midnight, on the last chime of the cuckoo clock, the house went dark all at once. From the windows they could see that, in the whole of Villacián, only the burnt house was still lit. After a few minutes of silence, Miriam and Ignacio, who knew a bit about electricity, went down to the cellar to check the fuse box, with their phone torches as their only light. They had barely opened the door when a scream ran through the house.
They ran back up. Josu was pressed against the wall, speechless. In the middle of the living room stood a girl covered in soot, her dress burnt and her skin lit by a reddish glow, as if embers were still breathing beneath it. Ignacio hid behind Miriam. Sonia looked at them one by one.
“Do you want to play with me?” she asked, and began to laugh.
Outside, by the front door, two elderly laughs answered her in unison. Ignacio and Josu stepped back. Miriam, on the other hand, looked at the girl for a moment, raised her hand and gave her a high five.