Post by account_disabled on Dec 11, 2023 11:18:08 GMT 5.5
Remo Magnani entered the house and closed the door. The light on, which he hadn't turned off for almost three weeks, gave him a minimum of comfort. To hell with the bill, he told himself every time, there are worse things that can happen. Things that not even light keeps away. He changed, headed to the kitchen and prepared dinner. She watched some TV sitting on the sofa in the living room, waiting for the clock on the wall to read 10pm. He promised himself that he would never flinch again, that he would finally be able to contain himself, to control his nerves, to… A chair in the kitchen moved, away from the table.
Remo jumped from the sofa and Phone Number Data screamed. From his position she had clearly seen everything, this time it hadn't just been a noise in the silence. A misplaced object discovered by chance. A rustling nearby. A breath on his face. No. This time, along with the unusual noise, he saw the chair move back, as if someone had stood up – someone invisible. Get up. He didn't listen to the voice of his thoughts and tried to concentrate on the game on television. You're alone at home, go and see. Remo didn't even think about it. He would never have entered the kitchen, not after what had happened a few days earlier, when… A crash of wood and metal nearly drove him mad. The cutlery drawer. Go and see.
Someone knocked over the cutlery drawer on the floor. “I don't give a damn about that fucking drawer!” he shouted. She grabbed her hair as she sobbed a tearless cry, completely at the mercy of her nerves. No, he wasn't going to see that drawer stay there for eternity. He lay down on the couch and waited. Because it would soon be midnight. So… He fell asleep. When daylight flooded the room, Remo opened his eyes. He looked around, as if he were seeing that room for the first time. The view seemed different from the night before and he realized he was lying on the floor. He didn't remember falling. He stood up and checked for bruises. It's okay, he told himself. Everything is fine.
Remo jumped from the sofa and Phone Number Data screamed. From his position she had clearly seen everything, this time it hadn't just been a noise in the silence. A misplaced object discovered by chance. A rustling nearby. A breath on his face. No. This time, along with the unusual noise, he saw the chair move back, as if someone had stood up – someone invisible. Get up. He didn't listen to the voice of his thoughts and tried to concentrate on the game on television. You're alone at home, go and see. Remo didn't even think about it. He would never have entered the kitchen, not after what had happened a few days earlier, when… A crash of wood and metal nearly drove him mad. The cutlery drawer. Go and see.
Someone knocked over the cutlery drawer on the floor. “I don't give a damn about that fucking drawer!” he shouted. She grabbed her hair as she sobbed a tearless cry, completely at the mercy of her nerves. No, he wasn't going to see that drawer stay there for eternity. He lay down on the couch and waited. Because it would soon be midnight. So… He fell asleep. When daylight flooded the room, Remo opened his eyes. He looked around, as if he were seeing that room for the first time. The view seemed different from the night before and he realized he was lying on the floor. He didn't remember falling. He stood up and checked for bruises. It's okay, he told himself. Everything is fine.