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In a nightmare C52
"Just remember this: The place." They should track down The place.“Melido, they're coming.” “We have to go,” Juana informs out of nowhere, her voice sounding a bit far away.So at that moment, there is only static."Juana... Juana!"With a lot in my throat, I allow Mac to hold the amp up to the radio and call out to the young woman he cherishes to no end. In the meantime, I silently guarantee that, whatever it is and whatever it costs, I will track down the place. I will effectively recover Melido and Juana.About an hour after our extremely short conversation with Juana and Melido over the radio in the Jeep, my brother and I got into my vehicle with mixed feelings. From one perspective, we're happy to say they exist, amplified by the open door we needed to converse with them; on the other hand, we are miserable for not having had more opportunity to hear their voices, for how last the second one was, and, moreover, we are confused by Melido's request, by the unexpected end of our vi
In a nightmare C53
He hasn't been in the bathroom long, which is why I'm surprised to see Jorge pacing around and around like a confined lion in the forlorn hallway overflowing with storage spaces and lack of lighting.“Hello,” he lets out as a greeting right now, the latrine entrance closing behind me, hugging the journal bound in dark cowhide with one hand against my chest, while with the other I hold the currently empty glass of squeezed orange, I have no idea why I haven't ruled it out yet. Likewise, I have no idea why I took the book with me, I could have passed it on to the ladies to deal with.Jorge plugs evaporate and takes a look at me. He expresses a calm greeting, returning my greeting and closing the distance that isolates him from me with a solitary step."Mac let me know you'd be in the library, however I went there and the young ladies let me know you came to the bathroom," he lights me up in the center regarding a smile, keeping his phone in the back pocket of his jeans. . I hope you don
In a nightmare C54
Despite the fact that things with Jorge didn't end the way I would have enjoyed and his response to our separation wasn't amazing, I don't feel like I suspected it would, tragic and like the most terrible individual on the planet, however I do feel liberated and amazingly convinced that I can get everything I propose, for example, find what The place is, bringI open my eyes.The sky is clear, the sun is at its highest point, the birds fly freely and sing loudly. It's a great and nice day.I lower my gaze and a feeling of disorder dominates me from head to toe.I'm in the suburbs, standing square in the middle of the road. The houses next to me are nice, excellent, most are single story and all have a front terrace with new, green grass, there are also a lot of green trees that give ample shade.A few meters in front of me is a sign to read carefully: — 35 annual festivals in the area. Day of the place. Saturday at 4 pm,—and it hangs high when held from the corners by ropes that were
In a nightmare C55
As I found in my fantasy, some jolly ponies are smeared with a blood-red substance, with the main contrast being that substance has so far evaporated and is no longer depleted on the ground."She's old," Roman clarifies, holding her hand.Saying nothing, Mac conveys the intimidation of climbing the joyous go round, perhaps fully determined to see beyond what the fallen tree limbs, dead leaves, and cobwebs allow, rather than the second that his hand comes into contact with one of the cylinders that the merry round lights up by itself and begins to go to the bazaar song that reverberates through its speakers. Mac puts a hand on his chest before the alarm it caused him.After two seconds, four sets of eyes were on me once more."I sat idle," I protect myself, raising my hands and half shrugging."Looks like we're getting into a horrible thriller," I hear Lara mumble before turning to walk away.The others do the same, diverting. I choose to follow Lara, figuring she's the nastiest of the
In a nightmare C1
196 DAYSI stare at my wall clock as I listen to the non”stop ticking. Since when did that ticking become so deafening? In addition to the clock ticking, I'm starting to feel a twitch in my eye. The clock is getting on my nerves.The rain is coming down outside. That makes me kind of sad. I need it to stop. I need the sun to come back.196 days.That's how long he and I have been together since we talked. The best 196 days of my life. I miss him. Because of the rain I haven't been able to see him. My boyfriend Jason who I affectionately call Jay lived in the other town. Palmer Springs. He was close by. I could see him if I wanted to. He could come or I could go. But that's not the case.I remember the first time I saw him, he would come walking along the shore with his slow, sure steps.Why does he come so slow, I wondered. That was Jay's way, unhurried, whereas I was more anxious and hurried. When he arrived and sat down next to me he said a tender hello. I was nervous but didn't sho
In a nightmare C2
FROM THE OTHER SIDEWhat, how, when, at what time? I sat down in the chair next to him and put a hand to my chest. I didn't feel my heart beating. It wasn't beating, why isn't it beating? My lip trembled.“Sam, it's hard," Gertrudis crouched down next to me but then moaned a little from her back, "I was pretty much the same when I came here, well, actually when I woke up and noticed everyone was ignoring me. I was very frustrated and angry with my daughter and grandchildren. I would ask them for things and they would walk right past me. Then I understood that they didn't ignore me, that I was dead, so they couldn't see me.I was trying to assimilate all this that was happening. I was trying to assimilate the situation. I was trying to find some logic, some explanation.“I... I don't understand, I was fine, I didn't feel sick or anything, I didn't even leave my house. Last night... I slept, I just slept, and today... today I'm dead “ the word was heavy even for me. Now I understood why
In a nightmare C3
THE MAN WHO CRIES ON A BRIDGEAs we walked down the road and cars passed by, I felt so strange and so sad at the same time. Brandon was walking in the middle of the track, oblivious to the cars passing by throwing his... spirit.“They won't do anything to you, after all you're already dead," he said, "I like to do that, I feel invincible.I was a kid, I watched a lot of movies. But when I positioned myself in front of him and saw a car coming super fast towards me, I screamed, staying static in the same place.But the car passed by my body, without provoking me at all.“Do you see it? Feel free to walk wherever you want. But wait, hold on a moment.“What's the matter? “I asked.There was a bridge a little further on.“Do you see that guy over there? Sitting on the bridge," he pointed.I could see him. There was a man sitting on the bridge, somehow I knew it was another soul. I had the feeling inside my chest. Maybe because I had learned to observe the Aura around me in the short time
In a nightmare C4
THE BOY WHO DIED ON HIS GRADUATION DAY“How do you know my name? “I asked a little suspiciously.“I see a lot of people come through here, honey," he smiles at me.I look at him with boredom.“Don't call me honey, please," I cross my arms.“Charlie, Sam... as you can see, she's here, dead, and she wants to know why.“That's right," she looks at me, but no longer with that mischievous look, but with some sorrow and confusion as well. “You're here which means you're dead. Tell me, Sam, what happened before you woke up like this?I remembered.“Well, nothing, I've been at home all week because there was a lot of rain and no one was going out, yet I was lonely all that time. It was very cold to be like that.“Since when?“Tuesday, last week.“So you've been feeling lonely, sad, a bit empty and there's a lot of rain? “she confirms, but it was more like a question.“I think so.“Did you have feelings of unreality all that time?“Of course, I suffer from anxiety so I do have feelings of unre
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