Damn! I have no time to do anything!
With my apologies, here's my final story for Halloween.
Happy reading!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
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Halloween, Part 3!
Damn! I have no time to do anything!
With my apologies, here's my final story for Halloween.
Happy reading!
Damn! I have no time to do anything!
With my apologies, here's my final story for Halloween.
Happy reading!
What To Wear Retirement Ceremony
Dorval (part 3, 24 November 2009)
"I leave here. Immediately! "Yann
laid his hand on the frail door handle ice.
A click. Nothing else.
The door was now locked.
"Wow! You've seen the size of the staircase? "Kevin had
eyes now is accustomed to the darkness. In addition, he did not notice at all that was still frozen Yann before the door.
"I wonder what he may well be at the top. Damn, look at all these old furniture. "
Yann wanted to talk. It could not. He could no longer do. He was completely paralyzed by fear.
"This chair needs to have a thousand years. Check it Kev! "Nicolas
contemplating an old wooden chair, and full of tarnished son spider.
He continued: "Yann, check it out!
- Yann? "Kevin had turned
too.
"Yann, what are you doing here? Come see! There is nobody here.
Alex was the first to rush to his brother. Her eyes betrayed anxiety, anxiety.
"Yann, it will not? What is it?
- leave ... I want to leave.
- What is it? Yann! You're starting to scare me! "But
Yann could no longer find the strength to talk more.
His brother did not know what to say or think. Now it was the bravest of the family.
Steve gave a great blow to the back of his friend.
"What are you doing, shit?
- I think it's wrong. Look at him. "Nicolas
also seemed not to understand Yann fears.
"Yann, tell me what happens. Tell me. "
Kevin looked straight into the eyes of his best friend. Eyes that seemed completely extinguished. There was no response.
"Tell me Yann! Talk to me! "Kevin
lost patience. He had never seen his friend this way.
Long minutes passed, long minutes of silence.
"I think I have no desire at all to visit this house. "It
Alex who had just clarify that. All
nodded.
Alex turned back to Yann, now sitting on the floor and turned the doorknob.
The door opened. Yann
not cared about anything. The door he had attempted to open a few moments earlier was now open. The pumpkin was not turned inwards, but to the small path.
not matter.
Yann was thunderstruck.
He always saw his brother and two friends, but as bewildered in a strange fog. The fear was so intense, that the spirit of Yann had seen fit to remove the fear in some strange dreams more reassuring.
A field of barley. A fire behind the house. Pretty
memories.
" How to carry it? "Alex
in the half-open door, stared at his brother's friends.
"Wait! Maybe we could find some water? To try to wake him. I do not know me ...
Anyway, we will never carry it. "Nicolas
walked swiftly toward the interior of the house.
Towards the darkness.
The cold wind rushing through the door. The three candles flickered pumpkin growing.
Alex closed the door.
"Alex, stay with your brother. Me and Nic are going to try to find water. "Kevin rushed
therefore also to the interior of the house.
A strange scene. Yann
was slumped over a dusty rug placed just before the opening of the door. His brother was holding his neck as if he had refused to abandon his favorite teddy bear. Around it all was darkness, darkness.
was almost complete silence, broken only by footsteps and whispers of Kevin and Nicolas, while engaged in the large wooden staircase. Yann
was not asleep. He dreamed, half-awake, completely banned by fear. He thought
to a TV. One of the show.
cartoons and a glass of hot chocolate.
Her mother stood before him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. And whispered that dinner would soon be ready.
Yann did not care, he listened to the cartoons. Popeye and Scrooge.
Her mother, slim and pretty, went to open the front door.
"I think you should leave"
Leave? But to where?
"The door is open, sonny! "Yann
turned to his mother. He wondered why she opened the door like that.
He did not understand.
Go where?
Door ? The door ...
Yann returned to him.
Alex opened the door a few minutes before. Few minutes or hours? Yann could not tell.
Certainly now he remembered everything. The grin of the pumpkin, Dorval Road, the small wooden bridge.
In this strange house.
He had to leave. But where, golly, were his two friends and his little brother?
Yann rose painfully based on what looked like an old coat hanger.
He looked around him.
Person.
The door was always locked. Outside, the three candles being extinct, it was now impossible to distinguish the pumpkin. Was she even there yet? The feeling of fear
Yann faded in favor of the need for urgency.
He had to leave.
He shouted: "Hey! Where are you? "
No answer. Yann
peered ahead. No sign of life.
He went to the next room and up the stairs.
The room was gloomy. Large dark walls lined what looked like a bunch of antique tapestries. Several furniture from another era. Old chairs, coffee table, an old wardrobe now outdated.
What was that? A sort of antechamber
possibly leading to the kitchen and living room. A "passage". Yann
wondered what to do. If he was heading to the kitchen, he would probably find another door. Closed? Maybe. It would then take any blunt weapon to break the handle or window. And downstairs, there was still some light.
other hand, which could well be his friends?
Up? In the dark?
"Yann! I'm on top! Help! "
was the cries of her little brother, Alex. Yann
climbed four at the stairs.
Shouts seemed to come from the first room to the left just ajar, emitting a smell of sulfur and low light yellowish. Yann
entered it.
No description could effectively describe this Yann lives in that time. Kevin and Nicolas were standing at the back of the room. The low light of an oil lamp lit up the faces of his two friends, who now had no eyes. Their mouths were draped with pieces of dark fabrics. Blood flowed
their empty eye sockets.
They were dead. Yann
this time does not collapse. He thought of leaving. From. To shatter any window that would stand in his way to leave this cursed place.
The sense of urgency had won. Yann
stepped back and turned, ready to abandon this place at full speed.
But it was too late.
Alex stood between him and the door.
Yann collapsed on the floor. Two certainties
invaded Yann in that fateful moment. The first is that this one was not Alex's little brother. The second, equally important that the Halloween pumpkins were placed inside houses. Why? To protect occupants from evil spirits that lurked outside. Where was asked
pumpkin that funeral home?
Outside.
To preserve the people of what was inside the house. Simply
. 
"I leave here. Immediately! "Yann
laid his hand on the frail door handle ice.
A click. Nothing else.
The door was now locked.
"Wow! You've seen the size of the staircase? "Kevin had
eyes now is accustomed to the darkness. In addition, he did not notice at all that was still frozen Yann before the door.
"I wonder what he may well be at the top. Damn, look at all these old furniture. "
Yann wanted to talk. It could not. He could no longer do. He was completely paralyzed by fear.
"This chair needs to have a thousand years. Check it Kev! "Nicolas
contemplating an old wooden chair, and full of tarnished son spider.
He continued: "Yann, check it out!
- Yann? "Kevin had turned
too.
"Yann, what are you doing here? Come see! There is nobody here.
Alex was the first to rush to his brother. Her eyes betrayed anxiety, anxiety.
"Yann, it will not? What is it?
- leave ... I want to leave.
- What is it? Yann! You're starting to scare me! "But
Yann could no longer find the strength to talk more.
His brother did not know what to say or think. Now it was the bravest of the family.
Steve gave a great blow to the back of his friend.
"What are you doing, shit?
- I think it's wrong. Look at him. "Nicolas
also seemed not to understand Yann fears.
"Yann, tell me what happens. Tell me. "
Kevin looked straight into the eyes of his best friend. Eyes that seemed completely extinguished. There was no response.
"Tell me Yann! Talk to me! "Kevin
lost patience. He had never seen his friend this way.
Long minutes passed, long minutes of silence.
"I think I have no desire at all to visit this house. "It
Alex who had just clarify that. All
nodded.
Alex turned back to Yann, now sitting on the floor and turned the doorknob.
The door opened. Yann
not cared about anything. The door he had attempted to open a few moments earlier was now open. The pumpkin was not turned inwards, but to the small path.
not matter.
Yann was thunderstruck.
He always saw his brother and two friends, but as bewildered in a strange fog. The fear was so intense, that the spirit of Yann had seen fit to remove the fear in some strange dreams more reassuring.
A field of barley. A fire behind the house. Pretty
memories.
" How to carry it? "Alex
in the half-open door, stared at his brother's friends.
"Wait! Maybe we could find some water? To try to wake him. I do not know me ...
Anyway, we will never carry it. "Nicolas
walked swiftly toward the interior of the house.
Towards the darkness.
The cold wind rushing through the door. The three candles flickered pumpkin growing.
Alex closed the door.
"Alex, stay with your brother. Me and Nic are going to try to find water. "Kevin rushed
therefore also to the interior of the house.
A strange scene. Yann
was slumped over a dusty rug placed just before the opening of the door. His brother was holding his neck as if he had refused to abandon his favorite teddy bear. Around it all was darkness, darkness.
was almost complete silence, broken only by footsteps and whispers of Kevin and Nicolas, while engaged in the large wooden staircase. Yann
was not asleep. He dreamed, half-awake, completely banned by fear. He thought
to a TV. One of the show.
cartoons and a glass of hot chocolate.
Her mother stood before him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. And whispered that dinner would soon be ready.
Yann did not care, he listened to the cartoons. Popeye and Scrooge.
Her mother, slim and pretty, went to open the front door.
"I think you should leave"
Leave? But to where?
"The door is open, sonny! "Yann
turned to his mother. He wondered why she opened the door like that.
He did not understand.
Go where?
Door ? The door ...
Yann returned to him.
Alex opened the door a few minutes before. Few minutes or hours? Yann could not tell.
Certainly now he remembered everything. The grin of the pumpkin, Dorval Road, the small wooden bridge.
In this strange house.
He had to leave. But where, golly, were his two friends and his little brother?
Yann rose painfully based on what looked like an old coat hanger.
He looked around him.
Person.
The door was always locked. Outside, the three candles being extinct, it was now impossible to distinguish the pumpkin. Was she even there yet? The feeling of fear
Yann faded in favor of the need for urgency.
He had to leave.
He shouted: "Hey! Where are you? "
No answer. Yann
peered ahead. No sign of life.
He went to the next room and up the stairs.
The room was gloomy. Large dark walls lined what looked like a bunch of antique tapestries. Several furniture from another era. Old chairs, coffee table, an old wardrobe now outdated.
What was that? A sort of antechamber
possibly leading to the kitchen and living room. A "passage". Yann
wondered what to do. If he was heading to the kitchen, he would probably find another door. Closed? Maybe. It would then take any blunt weapon to break the handle or window. And downstairs, there was still some light.
other hand, which could well be his friends?
Up? In the dark?
"Yann! I'm on top! Help! "
was the cries of her little brother, Alex. Yann
climbed four at the stairs.
Shouts seemed to come from the first room to the left just ajar, emitting a smell of sulfur and low light yellowish. Yann
entered it.
No description could effectively describe this Yann lives in that time. Kevin and Nicolas were standing at the back of the room. The low light of an oil lamp lit up the faces of his two friends, who now had no eyes. Their mouths were draped with pieces of dark fabrics. Blood flowed
their empty eye sockets.
They were dead. Yann
this time does not collapse. He thought of leaving. From. To shatter any window that would stand in his way to leave this cursed place.
The sense of urgency had won. Yann
stepped back and turned, ready to abandon this place at full speed.
But it was too late.
Alex stood between him and the door.
Yann collapsed on the floor. Two certainties
invaded Yann in that fateful moment. The first is that this one was not Alex's little brother. The second, equally important that the Halloween pumpkins were placed inside houses. Why? To protect occupants from evil spirits that lurked outside. Where was asked
pumpkin that funeral home?
Outside.
To preserve the people of what was inside the house. Simply
.
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