The steps grew closer. Suddenly silence fell. "I'm done," thought Andrew staring wide-eyed the wall of the garage. Slowly he turned, to see just imagining something sinister and mysterious, and he thought that the hooded figure believed to have only imagined before in the same garage and then down the street, but the size was true and wanted to kill him. The rotation took about 10 seconds, so great was the terror in Andrea. When he finished, he saw something like a hood, then light and eye pain: a spotlight pointed at him, blinded him for some time, and only when the pain was diminished could see a figure in silhouette, but this time fortunately no cap and gown: Andrea could make out the outline of a plump policeman. Two bats had reached home, he believed that they had hunted for speeding, but one of the policemen, in their forties, asked him to surprise: "What's his name? You okay? Has suspicions about who may be the author of this mess? ". Andrew did not answer, looked at him with a dazed expression, then put his hands through his hair and looked around for the hundredth time, to make sure he was not dreaming . It was all true: the Reaper was deceiving him it was a dream when in fact the only thing I could dream was not to a painful death, of course, only dream of. The officer reminded him that he was not alone: \u200b\u200bhe said the general and his task, then asked him what was his name, but got no response as anything but a blank stare. Andrea was going crazy. The policeman tried to cavargli something from his mouth, but eventually surrendered to take him to Central. The unlucky not opposed to the policeman as it leads him into the steering wheel, and then it left for the police station. The car was comfortable, the padded room, in it there were two cops sitting in the seats in front, one driving and the other fumbling with a portable radio to find a decent song, in the end he found it and turned off his nervous unit. They were followed by a second wheel, and in fifteen minutes they arrived at the police station, about 20 km the home of the protagonist. The commissioner was a Denn, a fat man in his sixties, his eyes small and blue, the three-day beard, a cigar in his mouth and a melancholy air. It was sunk in his comfortable chair blue, looked out the window and smoked his cigar, thinking of his useless life. He had never done anything good, ruminated on her mistakes and then cast out thoughts shaking his head, only to return to reconsider within one minute on average. His life was so, He made us do the work to his subordinates, he would sit always in his blue chair facing a crisis of conscience that more police cases.
His wife had left him a month earlier, bringing with him his two sons, the court case had bled to death financially, and now the bank account was close to the thousand dollars, and how Not only that he had given alcohol to remedy the problems, compromising his position as commissioner. "I get fired at any moment" topped the hit compilation of his ordinary thoughts. Now there is to imagine how a person might be interested in this type of damage to the garage of a motorcyclist in 20 km from there at 23:19 at night. He was already falling to sleep, ready to disconnect from work any minute, when Johnson broke the agent in the office: "Good person, agent Johnson, just a little 'damn intrusive plan," said Denn. The agent told him the place, and the inspector accepted-very reluctantly-to speak with Andrea. As already announced, Andrea found herself out of the office of the commissioner in less than five minutes. Johnson's agent said the outcome of the debate, and the answer was a resigned look, so the loaded on the steering wheel and took him home. Back in the padded car with two officers in the front seats, Andrea hopes to heart the dismissal of the Commissioner: "How can you ignore that there is a fool who goes out to pierce thick iron doors in 10 cm and after having been uprooted also pierces the walls of the unfortunate garage?! But more than anything, the only weapon capable of this is a knife, sword or ... "and here a shiver through him by the neck to below the waist" of sickle ...". He remembered the image of the hooded figure. He closed his eyes: "Concentrate! Does not exist! "Opened them and was gone. "My friend, you drank too much," she thought, while in the car, spreading the biting notes of Led Zeppelin, which combined gave Immigrant Song. "Finally, something decent," said the policeman left. Andrea lay and listened. After the song, he realized that they had the wrong street at a crossroads, he turned to look at the sign from behind, but over the back window, he saw two red eyes. "NOOOOO !!!!" he thought. He turned and found himself frantically a few inches from his face disfigured by one of two policemen who lay down on the seat in front is Andrew. He no longer had the eyeball of the eye Right: blood flowed in torrents from there, his mouth was crossed by a deep gash that reached to his chin, and the top of the head was cut off: you could see the brain. While Andrea paled instantly, the left eyeball came loose and fell on his legs. There were no traces of the other policeman. Andrea vomited on the corpse for about ten seconds, he saw the world staring at him on the legs by moving the iris. With a leap inhuman, the main character came out of the right door, rolling on the grass. The car went crashing into a light pole just ahead. Andrew vomited again, then slipped on the vomit and fell to his knees, weeping. "Bastaaaa!" He yelled, then began to sob in the dark. "No. Not yet. ". Andrea had a cold shiver throughout the body, and shuddered. From the darkness emerged the other cop: "Oh, God be praised! She is alive, "said Andrea. Then the policeman lost his head, which rolled to the left. "Oh! What a shame. He's dead ... "the voice of spectral spread all around. "Nooooo! You do not exist. " "I do not think ..." That said, the Reaper came forward, and Andrew also saw the hooded figure in the garage, which appeared in the sky, in the street, but real, no longer a emanate it. And he fainted. Tempering it was still dark, and looked at the sky, the moon had turned red. Red blood, lit, and then something broke away from the moon, a strange shape. Andrea began to flee, but noted that there was a car next to him, he looked around for a hiding place, but to be realized in the open country: "No, I was sure to be near a farmhouse." he thought, then turned back toward the sky, and saw that the outline was approaching, red on black night sky. And Andrea began to call it, looking like a ghost, no legs, but a long dress that seemed to have no end. But the figure had no face, is indeed, now the figure was acquiring a face, but Andrea could not see him, as staring at him. And finally saw him, and awoke. The hero found himself gasping, while nearby a rooster announced sunrise, and with the light gave him a glance round about: recognized the road to the junction there 10 meters , the machine a 15 to his right, and the cottage. "It was a dream" on the other hand, most did not even know his face. Then he tried to rebuild, I remember the intersection, he turned and saw her eyes, then someone died and he rolled down, then again the hooded figure, and the dream. "Maybe I also wanted to see the guy with the cap. He rose unsteadily, pointing with his right arm, and walked to the car. Then he changed his mind if he had seen the body he threw up again for sure, so he felt in his pockets looking for a phone to call an ambulance. Did not find him, so it fell to him to get a good ten miles on foot to the house. He did not stop in any house to call the ambulance, he cared only to get to his home. He arrived there after two hours, and threw herself on the bed still muddy and so on, and slept. He awoke the darkening: had another nightmare, still dead. "It 's an obsession!" She thought as she turned on the TV, then zap until he found a local newscast. "We have found an hour ago, next to a patrol car crashed on a pole, two police officers killed in inhumane ways. Have not yet been put forward hypotheses about who ... "Andrea turned off the television, and went in the garage. He found the bike intact, the only survivor of the devastation that prevailed in the garage. He noticed falter, while approaching it. "It will be tired ..." he thought, but then he just stayed. "Patience. Do not stop me from riding to the pub. " So that climbed into the saddle, turned his bike and gave it gas. It was about halfway, when he heard a voice in his mind: "I done well to choose. Do not you ever stop, is a hoot.. " Andrea looked right and left, but could see nothing, but when he began looking ahead, he realized that this was no longer there. And even the land around it was all gone to make way for a deep black, present everywhere. It did not seem even to be based on a plan, so the landscape was even black. In view of this, Andrea slowed, he knew what was coming, and tried to prepare, but it was no use: The Reaper's penetrated the mind and invaded with his devilish laugh, and after a while 'Andrea began to have nightmares of deformed persons were hanged and slain, and thousands of eyes of embers staring at him from all sides. He put his hands through his hair, and fell to his knees in pain. Suddenly he stood up screaming: "Stop! Disappear. " It all fell apart, and the hero found himself alone at the side of his bike in the open countryside. Panting and staggering dramatically, got back in the saddle. He lacks the strength even to start, but after a while 'attempts did succeed, and departed the premises at a time, to drown everything in alcohol, what else could he do?. A hundred yards away, the foothills of the forest, The Harvester was enjoying his work. "More and more interestingly, managed to escape from my grip. You know, the flame burning at its maximum just before off and in fact I think it's time to quit dancing.. " Then he turned and faded into the mist.
John Munaretto, Alberto Corato, Athanasius Matthew, Luke Zovo
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