CHAPTER 4
CASE NIGHTMARES DREAMS ..... E.
quell'urna gave up trying to focus on my new life in Bridgeport.Apparentemente
seemed feasible or at least I thought ... I believe it because despite everything we must always move forward.
the days passed, the sun took turns at the moon as well as the day or night, in the end I almost forgot that ornament on the table of soggiorno.Lo left them gathering dust waiting to be ready to discover a hypothetical " , Pandora's box " Meanwhile, my life went on quite smoothly adapts and noticed with surprise that the "presence" that constantly hovered around me the first day seemed fed up and eventually was gone.
Who knows ....
It was dawn on Wednesday and I returned from my tired notturno.Parcheggia turn the bike in the driveway and in the distance I noticed that another house was almost close to my teriminata \u0026lt;accidents as they do in a hurry!-Thought as you enter the keys in a lock, uh-uh I feel air coming close ..>. propio And in fact it was so: I saw a dart ford mustang, powerful and low resting on large wheels and secure home and in front of the window Tinted car failed to glimpse who was driving the car. \u0026lt;Poco -pensai- l'importante matter is that there are now only a seccarmi> we were missing a large family with little children lagnanti to complete the picture>. It I know to be shy and reserved is a characteristic of my being that I love and that keeps me out of guai.Chiudendo the door behind me I looked around breathing in the air and then not having anything else to do for the time spent in the kitchen, grabbed a beer and sandwich, down in the basement with the aim to laze all day on the ground throwing letto.Mi stripped his uniform and a concendendomi some freedom (and freedom) I decided to stay in the slip; addentai between the sandwich and a sip of beer and the other I ended terminai.Anche beer and so decided to take a nap.
noise disturbed my riposo.Non know the steps or the shots that were given to work on the bar next door .. I frequently turning in bed trying to isolate it from the sounds molesti.Poi everything was silent I was only the ticking of the company 'clock on the wall that marked the slow, inexorable passing minute .... They began
damn noise and with a pillow to cover my head as I tried to isolate myself from the pain in the ass.
Silence ....
. .. Tock .. tick ... tick tock ... the clock ......
The bottle on the table winced as touched by a hand ... I turned dalla'ltra part sound asleep ..
once again moved the bottle and this time the shot was much more violent of the 'rest so that the bottle had moved an inch from his place.
was turning me on ..
Mine was a restless sleep ..
again ..
D 'sudden the bottle was thrown hard against the wall, smashing the thousand fragments of glass and the glass broke at the moment when I snapped out of bed, panting in the dark.
I missed the air and trying to hold back with bold steps being careful stepped do not put your feet on the glass; nell'accendere the light of the room I looked in the direction of the bed and that was when I saw the presence ..
not showed completely and to be honest it was like a black shadow sfuggente.Scomparve in the moment I laid eyes on her.
\u0026lt;MALEDIZIONE!!BASTA PACE!> LET ME IN.
I yelled trying to dispose of the fear and anxiety. Then I looked around and picked it up without losing time all the pieces and poured them into a busta.Guardai the clock had just five in the afternoon, I put the jeans and T-shirt and the bag in his hand went back upstairs also because being holed up down the air began to get in front pesante.Passai ballot box and in that I decided to make moemento finita.Nervoso for the incident opened the door and went out to toss the envelope with what remained of the bottle and it was then that I saw ....
was a disarming beauty theorized his age while watching the race .. His skin was pale white and characterized its incarnato.Snella agile and headed toward the house that I saw behind the rise mia.I trees a few meters from his deep blue eyes of a kidnapped me as I passed gave me a sguardo.Le His lips were perfect, and those piercing propio in the same position where I had left perplesso.La followed with his eyes until it disappeared in returning casa.Non but I know that my face reminded me qualcosa.Dentro, now in my mind not only harbored anger but also some interest in that girl in an instant I had made him forget tutto.Era strange, since troppo.Rimasi them to think a little bit more ...
sighed and closed my eyes for a moment that seemed a long eternità .L 'fresh air caressing my face and turn brown, advancing slowly gave me a little pace.Riapriì of eyes rested once again on that little 'Oh please do anything stupid sentimentality there is no time for love idiot - I thought as he returned home to the devil-now or ever again or might as well throw it back where' You took> me and so I said closing the door I walked to the urn. Before approaching completely stared at a distance and tried a little hesitant to themselves that nothing would have happened if I had opened.
then decided I approached the table and took his hands in the urn known as the surface was rough, marked by the time I realized I also did not weigh all as I thought, this meant that there were in the ashes of some defunto.Sempre in my hands began to shake and theorized on contenuto.Pensieroso and even abducted by curiosity I knelt near the table and with his right hand while I held firm the lid with his left hand began to rotate the inferiore.Con a bit of strength he felt the click of the lid that came from driving and suddenly stood up to an inch, I put it on the glass surface of the table and slipped dentro.Le my right hand fingers bumped a material that looks very similar to the seized paper and pulling out I realized that I have in my hands a pergamena.La quality of the paper was very valuable even though it was yellowed by the passage of time also this parchment was rolled siggillata a stamp with a strange coat of wax on wax was hot embossed image of a double-headed eagle and winged spiegate.Posai the parchment on the table again and slipped his hand in the urn, made some impression, but after all was fatto.Le my fingers touched the bottom and then grabbed a steel cord; cacciai urn clenched fist and calling it I was surprised from what I saw: a thin silver necklace that had attacked a ciodolo.Questo pendant was made by a guide in silver I think, because the light reflected was very intense, circular in which, in turn, there was inserted a 5-pointed star inside a circle with the star rovesciata.Questo recalled the symbolic figure of the pentagram and it was embellished in every curve and corner of the small diamonds neri.Inoltre the center of the pentagram was drawn there by a tiny white diamonds inverted cross. \u0026lt;Not absurd as two symbols so different from each other were merged to create this gioiello> thought carefully observing the pendant,
then after a moment's pause confused by that object passed to examine the pergamena.Era rolled up on itself and decided to break up gently the seal of black wax and a little pressure this pezzettini.Dispiegai completely shatters into the parchment and saw that inside it was not written onulla opening but slipped two pictures that upset me ..
seemed feasible or at least I thought ... I believe it because despite everything we must always move forward.
the days passed, the sun took turns at the moon as well as the day or night, in the end I almost forgot that ornament on the table of soggiorno.Lo left them gathering dust waiting to be ready to discover a hypothetical " , Pandora's box " Meanwhile, my life went on quite smoothly adapts and noticed with surprise that the "presence" that constantly hovered around me the first day seemed fed up and eventually was gone.
Who knows ....
It was dawn on Wednesday and I returned from my tired notturno.Parcheggia turn the bike in the driveway and in the distance I noticed that another house was almost close to my teriminata \u0026lt;accidents as they do in a hurry!-Thought as you enter the keys in a lock, uh-uh I feel air coming close ..>. propio And in fact it was so: I saw a dart ford mustang, powerful and low resting on large wheels and secure home and in front of the window Tinted car failed to glimpse who was driving the car. \u0026lt;Poco -pensai- l'importante matter is that there are now only a seccarmi> we were missing a large family with little children lagnanti to complete the picture>. It I know to be shy and reserved is a characteristic of my being that I love and that keeps me out of guai.Chiudendo the door behind me I looked around breathing in the air and then not having anything else to do for the time spent in the kitchen, grabbed a beer and sandwich, down in the basement with the aim to laze all day on the ground throwing letto.Mi stripped his uniform and a concendendomi some freedom (and freedom) I decided to stay in the slip; addentai between the sandwich and a sip of beer and the other I ended terminai.Anche beer and so decided to take a nap.
noise disturbed my riposo.Non know the steps or the shots that were given to work on the bar next door .. I frequently turning in bed trying to isolate it from the sounds molesti.Poi everything was silent I was only the ticking of the company 'clock on the wall that marked the slow, inexorable passing minute .... They began
damn noise and with a pillow to cover my head as I tried to isolate myself from the pain in the ass.
Silence ....
. .. Tock .. tick ... tick tock ... the clock ......
The bottle on the table winced as touched by a hand ... I turned dalla'ltra part sound asleep ..
once again moved the bottle and this time the shot was much more violent of the 'rest so that the bottle had moved an inch from his place.
was turning me on ..
Mine was a restless sleep ..
again ..
D 'sudden the bottle was thrown hard against the wall, smashing the thousand fragments of glass and the glass broke at the moment when I snapped out of bed, panting in the dark.
I missed the air and trying to hold back with bold steps being careful stepped do not put your feet on the glass; nell'accendere the light of the room I looked in the direction of the bed and that was when I saw the presence ..
not showed completely and to be honest it was like a black shadow sfuggente.Scomparve in the moment I laid eyes on her.
\u0026lt;MALEDIZIONE!!BASTA PACE!> LET ME IN.
I yelled trying to dispose of the fear and anxiety. Then I looked around and picked it up without losing time all the pieces and poured them into a busta.Guardai the clock had just five in the afternoon, I put the jeans and T-shirt and the bag in his hand went back upstairs also because being holed up down the air began to get in front pesante.Passai ballot box and in that I decided to make moemento finita.Nervoso for the incident opened the door and went out to toss the envelope with what remained of the bottle and it was then that I saw ....
was a disarming beauty theorized his age while watching the race .. His skin was pale white and characterized its incarnato.Snella agile and headed toward the house that I saw behind the rise mia.I trees a few meters from his deep blue eyes of a kidnapped me as I passed gave me a sguardo.Le His lips were perfect, and those piercing propio in the same position where I had left perplesso.La followed with his eyes until it disappeared in returning casa.Non but I know that my face reminded me qualcosa.Dentro, now in my mind not only harbored anger but also some interest in that girl in an instant I had made him forget tutto.Era strange, since troppo.Rimasi them to think a little bit more ...
sighed and closed my eyes for a moment that seemed a long eternità .L 'fresh air caressing my face and turn brown, advancing slowly gave me a little pace.Riapriì of eyes rested once again on that little 'Oh please do anything stupid sentimentality there is no time for love idiot - I thought as he returned home to the devil-now or ever again or might as well throw it back where' You took> me and so I said closing the door I walked to the urn. Before approaching completely stared at a distance and tried a little hesitant to themselves that nothing would have happened if I had opened.
then decided I approached the table and took his hands in the urn known as the surface was rough, marked by the time I realized I also did not weigh all as I thought, this meant that there were in the ashes of some defunto.Sempre in my hands began to shake and theorized on contenuto.Pensieroso and even abducted by curiosity I knelt near the table and with his right hand while I held firm the lid with his left hand began to rotate the inferiore.Con a bit of strength he felt the click of the lid that came from driving and suddenly stood up to an inch, I put it on the glass surface of the table and slipped dentro.Le my right hand fingers bumped a material that looks very similar to the seized paper and pulling out I realized that I have in my hands a pergamena.La quality of the paper was very valuable even though it was yellowed by the passage of time also this parchment was rolled siggillata a stamp with a strange coat of wax on wax was hot embossed image of a double-headed eagle and winged spiegate.Posai the parchment on the table again and slipped his hand in the urn, made some impression, but after all was fatto.Le my fingers touched the bottom and then grabbed a steel cord; cacciai urn clenched fist and calling it I was surprised from what I saw: a thin silver necklace that had attacked a ciodolo.Questo pendant was made by a guide in silver I think, because the light reflected was very intense, circular in which, in turn, there was inserted a 5-pointed star inside a circle with the star rovesciata.Questo recalled the symbolic figure of the pentagram and it was embellished in every curve and corner of the small diamonds neri.Inoltre the center of the pentagram was drawn there by a tiny white diamonds inverted cross. \u0026lt;Not absurd as two symbols so different from each other were merged to create this gioiello> thought carefully observing the pendant,
then after a moment's pause confused by that object passed to examine the pergamena.Era rolled up on itself and decided to break up gently the seal of black wax and a little pressure this pezzettini.Dispiegai completely shatters into the parchment and saw that inside it was not written onulla opening but slipped two pictures that upset me ..
was the same ... the same.
I slumped on the floor, completely relaxed and pain in my eyes an ancient raffiorava with tears and my soul was filled with sadness .. I stood motionless for a
adosservarle belp not knowing what to do so out of habit I looked like the back of second photo, and here I found this sentence:
"Quod tu es ego fui, quod ego sum et eris you. Alexander "That
calligraphy of a sudden I entered the chest like a sharp knife and it was then that I realized the familiar signature ..
I was familiar with the Latin in its great concern because Jack was done in four standomi behind me night and day and teaching me everything I know now, all this to say that it was not difficult for me to interpret the meaning of that phrase.
\u0026lt;What you are, too, you came from, what I am, you too will be - repeating this sentence I got up and walked pearl room sank into my memories intently scans looking for something that could help me with those photos and that signature-No. .. no .. ahh>. It was then that I was seized with a sudden illness and knelt again, it was then that I realized that the damn was larava osservava.Mi there with me and I felt bad I missed the air and heard a noise in my ears and screams mixed scrap metal. \u0026lt;What the fuck you want from me, I shouted again and stronger - or see them go to hell! >. The pain stopped suddenly and I felt the chaos around me suddenly disappeared. I tried to recover and put everything in order, went to the window I noticed that while out at night as a mantle had copertoil landscape transformed completely, took the urn and all its contents, and declined again in the basement I need to know to understand ..
I put everything on the table with care and out of my room I walked to the corner where entertainment every night I stopped playing at the computer or reading. I turned on the laptop and began searching.
It took me quite a while before finding some useful information about the cathedral and at the end after most of the evening at the computer and after almost 10 cigarettes smoked, I found a useful clue to understand something more ... This Gothic cathedral in Germany was precisely in the city Dresden .....
I do not remember about it, I toured Europe extensively with Jack, but in Germany do not know why we never went ..
Visibly confused I decided to turn off the pc also because a strong headache began to annoy me badly. I left everything there and went thirsty to drink a glass of water was night and the next day I had to report to work even relatively presto.Sorseggiando fresh water and thinking about what happened so far I looked out the window.
\u0026lt;E 'rather gloomy this night, and I thought as I watched the moon still do not know how I thought he saw a human figure-out what the heck ..>
That phrase mori So on my labbra.Non know how to react and if what I was seeing was real .....
stood there motionless and all around a cloud of fog around him, his eyes I petrified my heart increased its pace and once the adrenaline was rampant in my vene.Rimasi blocked them look at that 'be who in turn looked at me with his brown eyes with his fist and sangue.Strinsi altramano clutching the glass continued to observe it and that was when a horrible voice echoed in my mind ..
"I will not rest until you're still alive" ... At that moment while I went against different sensations that being a hint of a dissolving GIGN disappeared in the fog that slowly I circled the valley .. angry and tired and a little I admit I was scared because that meant one thing: I had to come to terms with my past, which also was not at all nervous and chiaro.Stancchezza my limbs shook so much that I finally let go of worn out on the bed hoping to find rest in sleep.
had a dream I was dreaming ... but it was real .... darn
A surreal landscape ....
A cathedral ....
We wandered around watching .... The sun shone
little ....
eyes ........ I look ....
Escape ... escape ... .. But where I feel trapped in that bleak landscape where the sun with its rays distorted light
an impressive building and a pale sky and white ... there she is still watching me
"I turn around constantly in bed
This time, once again I see her .. . .. Nerea
My hand is extended toward her ... I want to stroke her cheek pale to speak but I can not move ...
She looks at me a little bit more then her figure disappears showing an altar ....
's all so strange ... I fear .. I look around but there is nothing more than the darkness.
That light that expands on that 'altar slowly change and everything becomes blood-red ...
Even with that book that star ..
narrows even more light beam to illuminate his only book that I open before our eyes ...
His blank pages slowly fill up with letters like crazy move in any direction ..
Then make my name above which will slowly complete a family tree.
I can not focus but suddenly two names stand out among others, "Alexander" and "Constance" surrounded by blood ....
A heartrending cry and makes me take everything disappears in front of me ..
Dark ...
A scream even louder .....
me tearing apart the soul ...
The alarm sounded that tore my mind on my dream too strange ...
What was I supposed to do? Remember everything but I just need to decide what to do ..
I spent all day working on dafarsi to think and then decided to finally take the reins dlla my life ....
........." Principles in lost, lost in lost in disciplines
Decisions
I feel like a puppet, of a growing
decadence
I don't want to be a hero, for a
fucking moment
and the truth remains unspoken
in a sentence of lies
the influence will be broken
in an uninspired life
lost in advised opinions, lost in fixed
hopes
lost in idols, lost in phantasies
lost in perfect bodies and in simple
melodies
and the truth remains unspoken
in a sentence of lies"......................
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