The Ring - El anillo

The ring I'd never been able to go down to the basement alone. I was afraid of it. I had just turned nine years old when, on a cold, rainy and sad winter morning, I was awakened by strange noises coming from the basement. I was home alone. From bed, I concentrated as hard as I could to identify them. I've never heard anything like it. Then, over the years, I could try to describe them as if someone with their fingernails or the claws of an animal would be scratching a door. That strange experience lasted only a few minutes. I didn't leave the bedroom until my father came home at noon. My mother had died a year earlier. As he known I was fearful, I didn't tell him anything about what had happened to me, but from that day on I tried not to stay home alone. Forty years have passed and today I return to my parents' house, which I inherited from my recently deceased father. I have left the country where I have been living for many years and I intend to live i...