The evening was cold and gray. The clouds were sliding fast towards the sea to load up on water and tree branches tapping the glass of the office. Lucia looked at his watch impatiently for the third time in the last five minutes.
- God, he thought, even ten minutes more!
I wanted to run away and leave behind hard and horrible that day, forget about his boss, the idiot's backlog and its companion. As given
6, shut down your computer Lucia, gave a "tomorrow" quick release fellow brisk pace and walked toward the elevator.
was there with the doors wide open, ready to gobble. Nobody came up with it. Button pressed down to the reception and as the doors closed was placed ahead of them, his back against the wall and dropped his head back. Ten floors of separating air ice that February, the drops of rain that fell oblique driven by strong gusts of wind, but Lucy did not care. Should sit on your face, your hair and wake up that day and for the second time.
Suddenly, a jolt threw her against a wall of the elevator and hit his head. Deaf screamed in pain and dropped to the ground stunned. When he got to open his eyes he saw that everything was dark and the elevator had stopped. What had happened? A shiver ran down her back.
- Ah! It is the storm, only that
Lucia tried to calm her breathing and think logically, but the darkness was one of the things I hated, feared and paralyzed in the world.
- Come! Do not be a girl - she said to herself - Remember what John always says, that the darkness is only the absence of light, nothing else!
But her heart was leaping in his chest. So much so that it hurt. Therefore, in the silence of those four walls, could hear his rhythm magnified and threatening, tick, tock, tick tock like a bomb.
button, the alarm button. I had to find it. He sat up and began to grope the walls while mentally singing a nursery rhyme, the first thing that came to mind, for aullentar fear.
- Where is the big bad wolf, big bad wolf, big bad wolf ...
At last! He had found something. But it was soft, almost viscous. Who would have stuck gum in one of the buttons on the elevator? But it was not gum. It was something jelly and ice cream. Lucia took his hand in disgust as nausea ascended to his throat. When I was about to throw up he thought he heard a whisper. Then he began to scream like a madman, like a desperate. Wanted out of there. Hit the walls, door, everything in its path, fists, feet, but the voice was there at his side. It was terrifying. There was a woman, or man, not a child. It was unlike anything I had heard before. Now I could understand what he said.
Something like
- Why did you? Why did you?
Over and over and over again. He was going to go crazy.
- Lucía think, think, nothing more than imagination, is only your own fear. These voices do not exist.
But then he remembered something that had happened at home two days ago. It was night, about 10, and was on the couch reading, with his cat beside Thor and the noise of the TV as background lullaby. Thor then jumped up and stood on end looking at the door of the room. Lucia did not believe in stories of fear, but the truth is that she was terrified. Thought someone had slipped at home. Thor was bristling, snorting at the door and she at his side, paralyzed. Quickly glanced around and picked up a bronze statue that was on the table and it weighed a lot. He got up slowly and walked toward the door. The whole house was dark. He could see the front door was closed. Lucia could hardly move because of the tension and tachycardia drowning, but took another step and another and suddenly the light went out. She screamed in terror, but it was only a moment. In a few seconds the light was back. He ran to the living room and saw that the books stacking on the table were all over the floor. Thor was in the same position, bristling and alert on the couch. At that time tried to convince herself that the cause of the collapse of his pile of books was the cat, what other explanation was there?
But now in the elevator, alone with the metallic voice Thor knew that prosecution had nothing to do.
- Why did you? Why did you?
Lucia dropped to the ground, sliding down a wall of the elevator, hands covering it's ears. But it was useless. The voice was still there.
- Just, please, stop. Stop it, stop.
Tears fell down her cheeks. Why did not anyone take her out there?
- Why do not you leave me alone? Go at once! - Shouted with all his might
then changed a litany of other
- The photo, photo, photo, ...
Lucia understood everything. The photo should be a photo of his grandfather, who burned a few days ago. I hated it, yes, I hated all his life. It was a bad person who made life miserable for those around him. Especially his grandmother, his beloved grandmother. The day she died she had concluded, he was cursed and had burned the only photo that was left of him. When they got
open the elevator, had passed barely 30 minutes since I took Lucia. She was found with his head between his legs and hands around the head, as if protecting something or someone. She was dead.
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