The Ghost of " La Parva Ski " Resort |
“A local restaurant owner said he dated her,” pro
skier Drew Tabke says, adding that the ski patroller he heard the story from the point at the exact hut where this tale takes place.
Desperate
to find her son, Lola began screaming his name as she ran through the
thick fog. Unable to see clearly, though, she stumbled down a steep slope and
began sliding toward a rocky couloir.
“By
chance, a local lift operator who was returning to his cabin came across her
body. He was afraid she was dead, but on closer inspection, he found she was
still alive, just barely,” Tabke says. Her body was covered in
lacerations from sharp rocks, and the only word she said—in the
faintest whisper—was her son’s name.
The lift the operator worked to carefully pull her body to his cabin, which was just up
the hill. He bandaged her cuts as best he could and then ran to fetch the
doctor. Together the doctor and lift operator made their way back to his hut,
the fog hanging thickly in the air. When they arrived, though, the bed was
empty. Just the bloody sheets remained.
And here’s
the thing: Tabke does not believe in ghosts. Something, however, changes when
he arrives in Chile each winter. Maybe it’s the fact that, from La Parva, you
can see up to Cerro el Plomo, an Incan child-sacrifice site. Maybe it’s
because Tabke has simply read so many magical realism books by authors like
Juan Rulfo and Gabriel García Márquez. But sitting alone in his cabin in the
Andes, with the wind whipping and the candles flickering, swears that every
now and then he just can’t tell if what he’s hearing is a woman or the wind.
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