"Please, Walter, listen to me. End my suffering and think about your future.
Then Walter took the heavy stone with both hands in an almost titanic effort for him...
Horns, An Extraordinary Case
"This time I was right?" He asked the people present, as silent as the flame of a small candle. There is a lot of night ahead and I have saved several more stories, to which more frightening or at least, curious.
Suddenly one of the windows opened in a gust of wind. The snowflakes rushed in, colliding with each other and manifesting like a thick dust suspended in the air that disappeared like the soap bubbles. The caretaker ran to the window, in front of the passivity of the guests, and upon reaching it, the hill of a heavy blow. The glass tinkled with the intention of breaking but finally it was in a sonic blow. Several snowflakes rested on the beard of the watchman, who, with a quick hand movement, mussed his beard and felt the cold of those snowflakes that disappeared under his fingers.
The wolf from the previous time continued to howl with pain and despair.
"In this new story." He stopped halfway to look into her eyes and added. Of infidelity. The thing ends up getting ugly between a couple of lovers who see how something changes in them or I would rather say, how they grow those things...
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Their decapitated bodies lay on the ground, inert, a local policeman tried to cover them with all sorts of contraptions before the reinforcements came. It was a couple and they were both dressed, but holding hands. Their heads were not around the place. They simply were not. On one side of the bodies, there was a good pile of letters blackened by the fire that tried to devour them sometime after the crime. But, for some strange reason, they had not all burned. In the distance, the local police heard the sirens of the reinforcements. They were coming.
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Letter extracted from the investigation 0123456
Hello Barbara, you do not know how much I love you. It sounds trivial, yes, but it's what I feel. Since we met, I feel more for you and I want you more. It is inevitable, I remember you and I feel happy. I hope you feel the least I feel. You would make me very happy, too. You know I write little.
William.
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Hello William, it seems that our desire to love each other is reciprocal and mutual. I also feel the same. It's a moment, I get the feeling that everything is going to go well. Really good.
A big kiss,
PS I want to see you now!
Barbara.
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The touch of your skin is... I have no words to describe it. And what was your face, what will be the rest of the body?
William.
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You're really muscular, huh! We have to stay more often. The distance love cools and I need to see you again...
Barbara.
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That will be immediately, I have told my wife that I have a new client in Bangor. So we'll be together soon. But these letters are our bond of union always.
William.
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I also told my husband that I need to get off work. Nothing! Forget it, that there will be no problem to deceive him, he is always drunk, he will not even notice!
I'm very excited. It's like my first love quotes.
Barbara.
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Last night I really enjoyed making love to you! I'm in ecstasy.
William.
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You were sensational, more than I expected, and not the useless of my husband. When we meet again?
Barbara.
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In two or three days. I think I have constipated, my head hurts a lot, my forehead about everything.
William.
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It's strange, I have a headache and a headache too.
Barbara.
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I'm going to have to postpone the flight, my forehead hurts.
William.
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The same thing happens to me, we have to go to the doctor.
Barbara.
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I have given up on going to the doctor, since two protuberances are coming out of my forehead, at each end of it, they are small lumps, but very hard, much larger than a grain. I'm going to leave my wife in a hotel until I get by. Something strange is happening.
William.
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The same thing happened to me, but I can hide it with my hair. They are very hard and they are hurting too much already. I'm scared.
Barbara.
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This morning I got up really well, but, looking at me in the mirror, I gave a death scare. I have two horns about two centimeters each, they could be tumors, I've seen them somewhere on the internet.
William.
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We both have the same thing. That cannot be. This is a curse that has thrown us both. My hair no longer disguises the horns and I cannot go out to make the purchase. We have to find a solution.
Barbara.
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This grows and grows more and more, I'm already really scared. I'm in a hotel without leaving for anything. As you say, we must do something both. I propose to pay a hit man and end our suffering. The pain, moreover, is unbearable and with these horns we cannot go nowhere, nor see us either. I propose a final farewell the two together. And let our heads disappear afterwards.
William.
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I'm very scared, but you're right. Think about what we have lived together. Yes, let's do it.
Barbara.
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I know a guy who will do his job well. I'll let you know.
William.
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I love you dearly, although I am very afraid. I'm waiting.
Barbara.
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It will all be over tomorrow.
William.
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This hurts a lot and it is already five centimeters. I'm already eager to see tomorrow.
Barbara.
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That was in ‘99, in 2010 they found the skulls of both. It was when a kid lost his ball down the embankment of the road. They rode a bicycle. It was two. The shock was tremendous. The passage of time and the rains, above all, brought the two skulls afloat. They had two protrusions of half a span each, two for each skull. The boy started to scream and cry, he thought he had seen the skull of the devil, because he knew how to distinguish the skull of a lamb to that of a human being. The other guy up the road telephoned the police to tell them what they had discovered.
Pets Always Come Back
The wind howled in the west wing of the castle, and the watchman paused lightly. He moved his chair to sit well at ease in it.
"Well, I'd better tell you what happened to Barbara and William..."
"Do not say they did not deserve it..."
There was a murmur that, to the joy of the watchman, he had managed to get a sound from the guests or a nod, even a pat. The night was long but fruitful, and the watchman rubbed his hands vigorously until his fingers and knuckles showed a white color.
"I liked this gesture, but I think I can surprise you even more, with my next story. He leaned back in his chair and added. In the pets always come back, Kumal was prepared for all sorts of misdeeds. Well, it can be called that.
James Warre
n shook his head. In his golden years he had been the king of macabre and horror publications, and at the moment I was thinking that perhaps this new story would arouse some interest.
"Christopher took Kumal several times but the pet always came back and I always say..." The warden-s voice was lost in the narration.
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Often, when you have a pet at home, you want to one day disappear for the sake of comfort, but, in fact, you do not want that. They are just sneaky thoughts. And a little girl of seven years does not want that at all. And now she was crying because her dog Masymo had disappeared. A pedigree dog Affenpinscher also known as Monkey dog. Of small and sturdy build, with a maximum height of twenty-six centimeters, Masymo's eyes were very large and deep black, with bushy eyebrows, and black hair bristly, rough and hard. A hair that was not smooth, but not wavy. That was Masymo, who had gone out for a walk so as not to return.
"Do not cry any more, Lisa, we'll bring you a new puppy tomorrow," her mother, Eleine, said as she poured a large bowl of milk and cereal.
"I do not want another puppy, I want my Masymo.
"Okay, we'll wait a couple of more days and you'll see how he shows up again at home."
“Really?” The blue-eyed baby boy asked, staring at her. And then he ducked his head to eat the grains floating in the milk. I know he will come back!
His father, Christopher, was now down the stairs of the first landing, oblivious to everything that was happening down there in the kitchen. But, by the time he entered the pre-determined territory, he took over the situation after being explained patiently by Eleine.
"It was in a moment. I had the door ajar and...”
"Pets always come back," he said, kissing him.
“Dad!” Cried the young man, turning his back.
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They spent the two days promised by Mom and Lisa Marie was still waiting for her pet sitting several times on the steps of her home. Others, crying in their bed, and the most times, asking for explanations to Mom. She even called her a liar and was severely punished without watching television for a week. Dad, who was softer, even if he did not look it, by his lush beard, could only feel a mixture of feelings towards his daughter, he could not see her like that. The dog was the least, he was not very open to this kind of thing, but he allowed his daughter, after all they had a big house with garden and everything.
"Buy a new pet for your daughter, Christopher, who will no longer hold their eyes from crying, they will explode like bombs in their sockets."
And Christopher listened to his heart.
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After two weeks of the disappearance of Masymo, Lisa Marie was already a little calmer, but sad in the background. He missed his pet. All the children and youngsters of the world, they become infatuated with new pets and then, sooner or later, they have to go through a bad drink, because somehow their end comes to them ahead of time.
But that was part of the evolutionary life of children.
So that in order to pursue the evolution of life itself and to sculpt the new fate of the new mascot, Christopher took his daughter to Mr. Parker's pet store, a thin, half-deaf man with a cigar eternally dangling from The corner of his lips, but a good guy after all. It gave you all the guarantees of what you bought in your pet store.
Lisa Marie especially liked a very special dog puppy, which was playing around in those moments, with the belly up and the four legs pointed towards the sky of the cage. He was with other puppies who, at that moment, seemed to be unaware of the offspring.
"She's a baby of St. Bernard." Do not see how these beasts grow, "Parker explained, as the cigar moved between his lips.
"Oh! That's a very big dog! Daddy warned.
"I want it, I want it!" Shouted Lisa Marie.
And one has only to surrender at the feet of the children to have them momentarily happy. So the decision was to take that cute puppy of San Bernardo. The danger came later, how Eleine would take it.
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“Oh my God! Well, by the way, you could have brought a pony, or rather a horse," Eleine shouted as she combed her hair in the bathroom that was tucked in the same room.
"I kept screaming, I had to," Christopher said longingly as he sat on the bed.
"That grows like a horse," Eleine went on.
“I know. But we will take action when the time comes.”
"And then what will you buy from our daughter, a pony?"
"Elaine, honey, you'll see how it will all turn out well. Yes, it is a pretty big dog when it grows, but its advantages will have. Protect the house, among them.
“I hope so...”
"Of course, sweetheart!"
That night they did not make love.
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The new guest of the house was the joy of Lisa Marie, who, after coming to school every day, was playing with Kumal, who had been baptized the animal until the late afternoon. Kumal slept at the foot of the brood bed. While I was a puppy. Once she was growing up with rapid speed, she slept on the floor, but in Lisa's room. After a few months, the dog was about the size of a pony. Lisa Marie sometimes rode on Kumal's back and he dragged her several feet. It was a very fun game. But for Mom things did not go as well as the beginning of being a puppy. Now, the "beast" of Kumal shattered many things of the house despite being a very peaceful dog. It was clumsy and collided with the tables of the house, which caused accidents of vases and photographs, among other things. Besides, he ate a lot.
"Look honey, we have to get rid of Kumal. I do accounts every week and I do not get the budget for the food. We do not have work and the savings are evaporating. This would be a drastic measure, "Eleine explained to her husband as he sat on the bed.
"Did you tell Lisa?"
“Of course not! How could he do such a thing?”
"Well, I'm telling you!" Interrupted Christopher, rising from the bed. He was in his underwear.
“Wait! Where are you going, like this?”
“Nowhere...,” he shouted and sat down on the bed.
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The bad economy mainly decided unilaterally between the two, after several weeks of discrepancy, that they had to get rid of Kumal. But they would disappear without Lisa's presence, as if he had escaped, just as it did with Masymo. So Christopher took him in his Thunderbird, twenty miles from home, and let him run out of the car. In the woods. And he returned home. By the time she got to the same Lisa Marie was drenched in tears and Mama tried to calm her, but Lisa screamed with all her might that they were cheating. For an instant, Dad had the urge to turn around and go for Kumal, but he did not.
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Two days later, Kumal appeared at home with his dirty nose and rough loin. It had taken him two days to go home tracking the road, but he returned. Lisa Marie was the first to find him on the steps of the house and jumped with joy at the sight of him.
“You see? Pets always come back," Daddy said, his lips twitching.
"It's true, Papa!”
For Eleine the thing was not the most pleasant that day and ended up arguing all day and part of the night. Now he had to take Kumal further. And so he did the following week, but Kumal managed to return home three days later.
"See, Dad?" Pets always come back.
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But the fateful day came. A fatal accident left Kumal under the wheels of the Thunderbird. They had decided to take Kumal to the public kennel. But the accident ended everything. For an instant, after braking, she had felt something tangled beneath the wheels. First the front and then the back. That was at three in the afternoon. About five of the same, Christopher was digging a grave for Kumal. In the woods. Fairly remote. He buried it with much effort and pain. Especially when she burst into tears like a child. Now Lisa Marie would feel it more. But, of course, he would not tell her anything more than his wife, who was also surprised by the story, the way he told it.
“I did not see it. I was maneuvering, and I did not see it, for God's sake!”
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Two ominous weeks p
assed, in which silence and sadness reigned again at home. Lisa Marie was too sad, but suddenly something exceptional happened to her. He heard a bark and went outside. On the steps, there was Kumal. His nose was very dirty and his whole body was muddy. Her hair bristled, rough and hard, but it was there. Kumal had returned from the dead. The eyes of Christopher and Eleine could not believe what they were seeing. Horrified, they stepped back from Kumal. The animal remained peaceful and with a sad look.
"Dad, we have to wash it. This time it seems that it has wallowed in the garbage. How it smells!”
The pets always come back, do not cry, my girl.
They always come back.
Catalepsy
The snow storm was getting more and more angry, and the west wing was crying from the cold. The howl of the lost wolf had ceased. Now it was only heard in tears of the wind as it brushed against the walls of the castle. The watchman was adding more fuel to the fire that had once again turned into embers of deep red, lined with a thin layer of gray ash.
"Do not tell me that you cannot return from death?" Asked the watchman after finishing his work on the chimney. I tell you Mary Shelley, that you know more than I do about playing with the fate of death. You know perfectly well what I mean... "She looked at Shelley with bright eyes.
The window panes vibrated eerily for a moment, and the fierce wind licked the glass. Nobody flinched. They were still with their straight backs on the back of their chairs and their hands on the table.
"Mr. Cressner happened to something that is not repeated very often. It also has to do with death, only that he woke up when it was too late. The rascal's voice, harsh at first, thundered as he began to tell his new story.
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It is said that Mr. Cressner was in a state of catalepsy when he was buried. He died a day after his funeral. When he awoke inside the tomb once the last shovel of sand had fallen on nearly two meters of earth above the coffin, his epileptic eyes disengaged from the fright because, although it was all dark, by the narrowness and in the position in The one that was, knew immediately that it was inside a coffin.
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