Saturday, July 5, 2014

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Mice | Reso
How will be my friends, Korion? What have happened at their old house in the village, known as Doganela? Long, since time immemorial, have become used to invite me every summer for the past few weeks with them in the village. But this year did not happen, for the first time. Giovanni pece wrote a few lines to be justified. A strange letter that vaguely imply difficulties or family problems, but that does not explain anything. How joyous day I spent at their house between the forest solitude. From these old memories, today, for the first time, come to my mind is some small evidence that at the time seemed trivial and unimportant. But now, suddenly, you're white in mind. For example, a remote summer, long before the war - was the second time I went to a friend's house Koriove - brought to mind this scene: I was glued to the last room of the second floor, one with windows from the yard - and in the years after that, I slept there forever - and if you lay sleeping. Suddenly I heard a little noise, a scratch on the bottom of the door. I went to open. A small miush slid between my legs, across the room, and hid beneath Como. Escaped with a clumsy run, as much as I could have walked, if you like. But it was nice and crisp. Without any purpose at all, the next day I mentioned Giovanni.
After a year, while we were playing pece cards in the evening, about half an hour after midnight, pece I heard from adjacent rooms - the living room where the lights were kept off hours - as a crackling, like ringing a metal spring.
-I see very healthy.
And another year passed, and when I get in the usual holiday cottage, two cats come forward again. pece S'duken healthier and skilful, but weakened, emaciated, haggard. Not order me one room to another. Rather, always stick around for the masters feet, as dormant, without wanting to take any initiative. I ask:
-Well done! By rats! Within a year, the ten that were, those animals have become dirty with hundreds ... most of them are not miushët then. Are like tigers. Bigger than a mole, fluffy pece black and sickly. S'dinë cats to catch!
And next year, since the first night, I heard a horrible noise above the ceiling of my room, like running people. And above knew that no man, that there was only inhabitable attic, crates full of old furniture.
I see crooked! Why heat up so much? Is usually polite and gentle. A little later comes back Giorgio tells me, big boy, and more summarizes the situation:
-Do not trust my father. Those mice that were heard, and sometimes we do not mind either asleep. In addition to seeing are monsters! Jet black, with hair that was set up as thorns. pece And cats, how to know, rats expelled ... happened at night. No fancy or two hours that we had fallen asleep, and woke us Mew terrible! Went down, but cats s'dukeshin elsewhere. Tufts of hair follicles only found blood stains everywhere.
-How not! The nightmare is made. But now there is fear and he says that better not to provoke, that would be worse. Says that will not serve for anything, that has already been added too. Says that the only solution is to put the whole house on fire. I know what the other says? It's just ridiculous to think. Says that is not worth to go against.
-They then! Mice! Says that one day, when they and more, can retaliate. Ever wonder how insane is not my father. I know that night I got a sausage throwing in the basement? Reward for those animals unclean! I hate, but he is afraid, to keep going with the good.
Thus continued for years, until last summer, I waited in vain to launch it on the ceiling batërdia common. Silence, finally. pece A great peace. Only heard crickets in the yard. In the morning I met Giorgio scale, big boy.
Stopped talking and kept our ears. Bottom floor started to hear a noise that can be easily described: as a buzzing, humming the dark, like an unstoppable sound of a living subject of rampant that moves; sights and sounds, the cries of small but sharp, whistling, sigh.
Lit the match, lifted the lid and threw baxhës inside. For a moment I saw: a kind of dark mass moving rampant black forms that turreshin on each other with vortex forms. It was ugly commotion so great a power, a satanic aliveness, it seemed that the man can not stop me. Rats! And saw the glittering eyes, thousands, run up, that my views were instant with malice. But Giorgio pece baxhën forcibly closed!
But now? Why Giovanni had written that can invite me? What had happened? I felt the temptation to go to visit, just for a few minutes, just to see how they were. But I admit that I have no guts. I hear strange words, pece from sources pece to

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