Post by account_disabled on Dec 13, 2023 5:48:35 GMT
For years he dedicated himself to that macabre collection, hoping to bury what his father made him suffer in childhood. For years he deluded himself into thinking he could forget, but not even his age put an end to his lucid revenge. Then the chatter started in town. Even though no one ever suspected anything, people talked, pointed to her house as if it had been haunted. Perhaps one day, after her death, someone will accidentally discover what is buried in the back of the house, under a meter of earth, where the grass grows abundantly.
And now that man has come to snoop. Now all his jars have been shattered and… *** The room rang with an indescribable cacophony. It was as if dozens of children were crying in unison, Phone Number Datawith heartbreaking cries and wails, their years-old pain unexpectedly materializing. The man, terrified, tried to loosen the ropes, but the old man had tightened them well. "Street!" he heard old Mathias shout behind him in a hoarse voice. "Go away!" Sounds of glass, of shoes shuffling on the floor. The old man trying to get up. The man was afraid that he would attack him, but nothing happened.
He began to swing his body to turn around and control the old man's movements, but tied to the chair it was impossible. The children's screams continued, increasingly shrill, deafening, insistent. The old man shouted back, struggled to get up, fell, hurting his hands on the pieces of glass. The man managed to turn his head just enough to see Mathias at the edge of his field of vision. He seemed to see something, diaphanous images, thin as veils of fog, stretching out their hands towards the old man, who tried in vain to chase them away.
And now that man has come to snoop. Now all his jars have been shattered and… *** The room rang with an indescribable cacophony. It was as if dozens of children were crying in unison, Phone Number Datawith heartbreaking cries and wails, their years-old pain unexpectedly materializing. The man, terrified, tried to loosen the ropes, but the old man had tightened them well. "Street!" he heard old Mathias shout behind him in a hoarse voice. "Go away!" Sounds of glass, of shoes shuffling on the floor. The old man trying to get up. The man was afraid that he would attack him, but nothing happened.
He began to swing his body to turn around and control the old man's movements, but tied to the chair it was impossible. The children's screams continued, increasingly shrill, deafening, insistent. The old man shouted back, struggled to get up, fell, hurting his hands on the pieces of glass. The man managed to turn his head just enough to see Mathias at the edge of his field of vision. He seemed to see something, diaphanous images, thin as veils of fog, stretching out their hands towards the old man, who tried in vain to chase them away.