M ONÓLOGO OF TERROR
No, no, no, I'm not crazy! I saw it and saw it all, ha ha ha all that you could see, anyway. Although it was dark I saw the dark figure exactly how he left the book on a park bench Louisiana, and how the wind passed its pages until the final bend. How could I invent that? "By God! They take me for a crazy, I know, but I assure you I have never been more lucid in my life Then why treat me like this? Do you know what I've been? Eh! Did you know? No. .., you know they would never know anything, but I do know, I know everything why I'm here right? Sure, why fate. You see, I've seen things I dare not describe, but also if this achievement will prove my sanity.
I spent the night in the park I could not stop calling me that book, I attracted, seduced me, and when I get rid of the influence the day began to cast its first rays of sun. I am a teacher, so I had to go directly to college, but how was I to know that damn crimson cover object haunt me there? Believe that I have come to sumun of insanity, drunkenness hallucinatory, I noticed in his eyes. Look, I do not know how he to it, or if the same power that captivated me also affected me that girl, just know that Carolina came into my class ... with the book ... yes, she, Carolina, she was, she ruled us all! Oh God, God ...! Why did you bring?
When I saw it a second time, something familiar began to sprout in me: I returned the book to be imprisoned, and driven by some kind of supernatural strength, I went and took the document to my student, that stunned, witnessed the opening and stood on the last page, the same as the wind had turned this recent morning. Vi, then hell is embodied in words. They all followed one another at random and without any connection or sense! That book was not intended to be read by human eyes ... Worst of all, however, was that he was still possessed by this evil influence, and guided by it proposed to the students write in the book by chaotic sentences with words from the last page. I could not control myself! For these young ... my fault! !...¡ God Damn!
With every word you wrote is soaked in a disturbing unnatural essence, were silent, their skin turned pale, his eyes were empty, as veiled white cloth, and at times horribly twisted. Oh, If you would have been seen! Now only were vague and grotesque parodies of the human condition.
Finally, without knowing why, I ordered what had been Carolina that carry the book and places it in a place where others could see it clearly. She only replied with a throaty last breath, and I say last because I have not seen since then. Do you understand now? I have not done anything, they must believe, was the book, the book, the book!
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