Well it was some days never published anything of my "novel", but rather are taken by so many things and especially the novel is at rest. Await new inspiration that I hope will allow me to punctuate the weekly publication on the journal ...
I did not repeat the invitation, so I followed him down the aisle of the church earlier, the sacristy and then after a series of corridors that surprised me because the church from the outside seemed be much smaller and not able to hide all these places.
Having turned, smiled and gave me a peek of understanding, almost reading my thoughts he said to the priest explained: "There seems to be out so great is not it? We are the foundations of the church ... "
I continued to follow him, what first appeared to be a little man of little importance now seems to be an almost mystical person.
arrived in the guesthouse which was to be housed in an old building probably of medieval origin.
" This is your room, rest, tomorrow will go his way if he wants ..." over these words disappeared into the dark corridor as it had appeared in the church just minutes before.
This whole series of events might have upset anyone, but I felt strangely relaxed, as if all that happened in that sacred place was the normal course of events that I knew I had to follow.
I threw myself on the gurney and felt something bite me in the mattress and scratchy clothes, so I realized that the mattress was stuffed with straw, but also the floor at that time awakened the sleeping inside me.
I took off the bandage from the eye, I had a gash along the eyebrow to the cheekbone that had to go back to some time ago because it will hurt me the color was thinking of a recent injury.
I wondered what or who I had caused this blindness, I tried to open the eye but the eye muscle failed to obey the command prescribed, so with a finger up for the absence and saw that the eye was white, vitreous and only a scratch reddish split the eyeball. I was disgusted at the sight, I went back the bandage and went back to my bed.
After a while I fell asleep deeply do not know for how long, and I woke up haunted by the rumor out of my room. I got sleepy and angry to see who was outside my door, I realized that the complaints were similar to those that felt between the trees. I opened the door, but as a voice of horror novels expert suggested to me, I found absolutely no one, even though I was surrounded by around these groans and tears appealing. I thought I had really come to a place of ghosts, I heard voices very close even though there was no one around. I turned to the dark hallway, knocked on the doors of shelters that were all uninhabited. I waved, I looked behind me. The voices were still there but seemed to be different as the pace of those who hounded the corridor, almost as if I was doing way through a crowd of people looking for help or comfort but that they wanted to draw sympathy reality I awoke in anxiety and fear.
I started running in panic now, the corridor seemed to gradually change and the walls became more refined and treated as those of the guest.
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