Il vicolo oscura e l'ombra della luna
Traccia n. 6
Il segreto della longevità
How strange, the day before the alley seemed the place of another world, so bright and clear throughout his journey, from its confluence with the course, so contrary to the image he had taken evasive now seemed to want to hide in mystery.
The door of the house looked like it had posted a decrepit age matter. A thick blanket of powder had been soaked in a multitude of small cracks and dark spots of moisture had appeared over the entire surface.
Marika, after having hesitated a bit 'without having reason, he decided to press the button of bell.
The sound that followed was similar to that of a blackbird hoarse, like the rhythmic beat of a flat iron on a rusty.
Marika for a minute that seemed endless and nothing happened. From the house never got no answer, no noise, he came to certify the presence of anyone.
Marika supported the right index finger on the knob and the bell at that moment, soon after with a sharp snap, the door opened. The hole that had opened not betrayed nothing but darkness, a darkness from which came a voice, which she recognized in that of the young met the day before, who invited her to join:
"Hello Marika. Come on. Come in and please close the door, because now I can not move. "
The interior was dimly lit and Marika, having closed the door behind him he found himself immersed in an environment of shadows and more shadows than lights. A give orientation was only in the bottom of the room, on his right, a light-colored manganese cast a dim beam of fluorescent glow effect. There was a particular fact, or a reason explaining the reason, but the atmosphere reminded her so much for the opium dens as he had seen in movies.
"Come forward Marika, I am here, in front of you on the couch to the left of the lamp."
Marika's eyes had not yet well taken measures in that environment, it was too dark, darkness and flickering shadows in which they lived meant that the little lamp light ended the confusion by creating false shadows. Dilated her eyes and looked ahead to find it became evident by showing or the profile of this woman. The other side of the cabinet was lit in the reflected light and the head of the woman, sitting comfortably on the one hand, he showed against the clear the thick foliage.
"Come, come near me. Sit down to take a cup of tea while we chat. "
Marika hesitated, now was not so sure that he had made a good choice in accepting the invitation of that woman. They had told so many strange stories of people missing, of violence, especially to the detriment of women. A vague fear began to haunt her safety.
A tremor suddenly began to flow throughout the body simultaneously with an increase in heart of growing on his face flushing.
"Come on, come on and get comfy. How are you? All right? How was your birthday party? "
The voice of the woman had kept the harmonic overtones of the previous day, although there are a respiratory substrate, the flow of breath as if it were difficult:
Marika walked slowly toward the outline that emerged from the shadows. Given the permanent darkness began to walk carefully not to stumble:
"Yeah, well. Thanks. It 'was one of the most successful festivals. There were all my friends and my closest friends. It 'was just a good party. We had a world. "
A sudden pain struck by the strong right foot up and up, towards the abdomen. A stifled groan said he had bumped into consciousness, with the ankle, a pointed object.
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continued
Hello guys, that send us a good chance.
Pedro.
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