chapter 49

29th October 2000

It was one of the darkest nights, he was in his room, curled up in a ball while lying on his bed. The beads of sweat dripped down his forehead to his bedsheets. His body quivered and he found it difficult to open his eyes. He gasped for air.

Another nightmare broke into another anarchical repose. The ticking of the clock stopped and was replaced by the sound of the tintinnabulation. Alexander's eyes were wide open when he heard the ding of the clock bell. His room was encompassed by darkness. But that was how he liked it. He liked being in the dark because the tenebrosity was the only thing that could perceive him and was parallel to him. He was not more than seven years old. But he understood the clandestine of the darkness.

At that moment, his nightmare was more violent and brutal. The loud gasps coming out of him and the continuous flowing of the egestive on his body were the evidence. His hand reached for the lamp on his bedside and switched it on, defeating the