Lisbeth volvió de la cocina cargando dos tazas. Encontró a su amiga Laura sentada en la sala, mirando para todas partes y frotándose las manos.
—Aquí tienes —dijo Lisbeth—, té de manzanilla con...
—¡Shhh! Él nos está escuchando, lo sé, piensa que no me doy cuenta, pero lo sé.
—¿Qué? ¿De quién hablas?
—No sé su nombre, sólo sé que está aquí. De alguna forma sabe lo que hacemos, incluso tiene la habilidad de saber lo que pensamos.
—¿Estás bien, Laura? Te notas muy alterada. Si alguien necesita té caliente eres tú... He descubierto que el secreto es ponerle algunas...
—Es un lunático. Un tipo muy raro. Disfruta con todo esto, le emociona.
—Laura, estás asustándome, suenas paranoica.
—No lo entiendes, él hace cosas, lo he visto, hace poco mi vecina Ana...
—¿Cosas? ¿Qué clase de cosas?
—De todo tipo —Laura hizo una pausa para revisar la casa con la mirada—. Siento que algo va a pasar, algo extraño, una especie de.... No sé cómo explicarlo.
—Escucha, trata de tranquilizarte, es obvio que algo te pasa. Llamaré a tu esposo para que venga para acá. Mientras tanto bebe tu té, todo va a estar bien.
Laura se llevó la taza a los labios, pero antes de probar el líquido, se detuvo.
—¿Está envenenado?
—¡¿Qué?! No... Eh, yo no... Pero qué dices... Yo no sé de qué....
—¡Ajá! —exclamó Laura triunfal—. ¡Era eso! Sabía que algo iba a pasar. ¿Por qué quieres matarme? ¿Soy alguien de tu pasado? ¿Te hice daño y no lo recuerdo? ¿Te acuestas con mi esposo?
Lisbeth se puso pálida al escuchar esto último. Se dió cuenta de que había sido descubierta.
—¡Eso es, ¿eh?! Ambos planeaban matarme, ¿no es así? ¡Te descubrí! —gritó Laura mientras miraba a su alrededor, ignorando por completo a Lisbeth—. ¿Dónde estás? ¿Quién carajo eres?
Entonces se puso a revolver la casa, moviendo muebles y levantando la alfombra. Ni siquiera notó cuando Lisbeth fue a tirar el té envenenado por el inodoro. Laura continuó con su enloquecida misión, quería encontrar algún detalle que no cuadrara en el entorno. Después de romper cosas como una desquiciada, encontró una rara fisura en el respaldo de un sillón. Era una fisura llamativa, como un error en el diseño, no, más bien en la composición... O mejor dicho, en la realidad. Se puso a rascar y agrandó la fisura con los dedos, lo cual resultó extrañamente sencillo, hasta que encontró un hueco que daba a quién sabe dónde. Se asomó y sonrió victoriosa.
—Ahí estás —dijo—. Te veo, pequeño pedazo de mierda.
Laura me miró fijamente a través de aquel hueco. Eso me sobresaltó, así que solté la pluma y cerré rápidamente el cuaderno.
Me fui a la cama y decidí que ya no continuaría escribiendo.
Lisbeth returned from the kitchen carrying two cups. She found her friend Laura sitting in the living room, looking around and rubbing her hands.
"Here you go," said Lisbeth, "chamomile tea with..."
"Shhh! He's listening to us, I know it, he thinks I don't realize it, but I do."
"What? Who are you talking about?"
"I don't know his name, I just know he's here. Somehow he knows what we're doing, he even has the ability to know what we're thinking."
"Are you okay, Laura? You seem very agitated. If anyone needs hot tea, it's you... I've discovered that the secret is to add some..."
"He's a lunatic. A very strange guy. He enjoys all of this, it excites him."
"Laura, you're scaring me, you sound paranoid."
"You don't understand, he does things, I've seen it, recently my neighbor Ana..."
"Things? What kind of things?"
"All kinds," Laura paused to scan the house with her eyes. "I feel like something is going to happen, something strange, a kind of... I don't know how to explain it."
"Listen, try to calm down, it's obvious that something is wrong with you. I'll call your husband to come over. In the meantime, drink your tea, everything will be fine."
Laura brought the cup to her lips, but before tasting the liquid, she stopped.
"Is it poisoned?"
"What?! No... Uh, I don't... But what are you saying... I don't know what... "
"Aha!" exclaimed Laura triumphantly. "That was it! I knew something was going to happen. Why do you want to kill me? Am I someone from your past? Did I hurt you and don't remember? Are you sleeping with my husband?"
Lisbeth turned pale upon hearing the last statement. She realized she had been discovered.
"That's it, right?! You both planned to kill me, didn't you? I caught you, you piece of sht!" shouted Laura as she looked around, completely ignoring Lisbeth. "Where are you? Who the hell are you?"
She then began to turn the house upside down, moving furniture and lifting the carpet. She didn't even notice when Lisbeth went to flush the poisoned tea down the toilet. Laura continued with her frenzied mission, wanting to find some detail that didn't fit in the surroundings. After breaking things like a madwoman, she found a strange crack in the back of a chair. It was a conspicuous crack, like an error in the design, no, rather in the composition... Or rather, in reality. She began to scratch and widen the crack with her fingers, which was strangely easy, until she found a hole that led to who knows where. She peeked inside and smiled triumphantly.
"There you are," she said. "I see you, you little piece of sht."
Laura stared at me through that hole. That startled me, so I dropped the pen and quickly closed the notebook.
I went to bed and decided I would not continue writing.
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Laura might have seem paranoid but for second, she was saying the truth about Lisbeth, oh!, was it you who Laura was complaining about?, maybe, the book you were writing, disturbed Laura so much, you might have leave your light on as you were on bed, because Laura's eyes got you scared.
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