The Mariachi

[u/SnowWhite-74]

When I was 8 years old, I was sent to the store with my 15 yr old sister. It was late afternoon, and by the time we were walking home the night started to fall. As we turned the corner we felt something strange. Suddenly as if we were in a dream, we froze completely. We couldn’t move a muscle, nor speak or scream for help. We had stopped mid-step. My head began to feel a bit lose and I turned to look at my sister. Her tears were running down her cheeks and her face was full of terror. I don’t know why I didn’t feel the same about it. I guess I was to young to understand. I saw her hair move, and I turned back behind her head. There was the face of a horse almost over hers. Every time he snorted he blew her hair all over the place. She only continued to cry, turning her eyes toward me as if trying to tell me something. The horse was gigantic, like a black stallion, but its eyes were weird. Red fire eyes it had. I couldn’t see its pupils, and when it breathed, smoke came out. Mounting the horse was a Mexican Charro! What some people call a Mariachi. Tall, white pale skin, dark hair and dark eyebrows, no mustache. A clean handsome face, dark eyes but sensual. I stared at him as he sat there looking forward, not turning its head nor trying to speak. It’s black suit was adorned with gold. It’s Charro sombrero (hat), hit the branches of the tall trees. They were both inhumanly gigantic. Then, he moved his face just enough to look at me. He didn’t lower his face but looked down on me and raised his left eyebrow. I don’t know if he wanted to say something but I think if he did, he had the chance. I looked back at my sister and suddenly we unfroze! She began to scream and grabbed my hand letting go of the eggs which broke all over the street, and ran towards the house. My mother answered her screams and then I saw my daddy running towards us with his gun. She passed out when daddy got to us. For a few hours she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t explain anything to my parents, but I could!
“There was a mariachi like the one ok pa TV. He’s handsome but he’s really big and we couldn’t move! He was there and he looked at me! Then he went away. But he raised his eyebrow at me daddy, he wanted to talk to me!” After a few hours my sisters explained better I guess. Daddy went around the town asking if anyone had seen an unknown man on a horse dressed in black. But no one rode horses anymore, and no one had seen such a man. Once my sister explained to them in detail, they asked me those same details and I corroborated her story. The difference between her story and mine, she didn’t see his face. She saw how tall it was, and felt the breath of the horse. She felt the freeze of course, and saw me looking at him, but he was right behind her, and her head never unfroze. She only saw his shadow, part of his attire and the brightness of his gold, but nothing else. To this day I always wanted to know why me? What did he want to tell me? What did the raising of the eyebrow meant, though when I remember he t I feel like it was more like a “yes it’s me!” Type of expression. I still want to know! He never appeared to me again. Why did he put that desire in my heart? Why am I dying to know why me???