Post by account_disabled on Dec 20, 2023 0:13:23 GMT -5
Agata's funeral took place in emotional silence, condolences and ritual phrases were barely whispered, as if not wanting to disturb the eternal sleep of the deceased. It was raining. The burial had been quick and the participants had quickly said goodbye to Arturo, who remained staring at the tombstone and Agata's serious expression in the photo, in the rain. He wasn't crying. Inside himself Arturo was actually smiling. Yes, because he had killed Agata, who officially died from a tragic accident. Now he was finally free from that suffocating marriage and from that wife that he had no longer loved for years.
He returned home and went to bed at Special Data midnight. At two o'clock he was startled awake by the loud bang of a door slamming. Strange, he thought, he had left the windows closed in that weather. Then the sound of shattering glass broke the silence. He ran into the kitchen, but saw no one except some glass on the floor. Arturo shivered. What was happening? Maybe it was the exhaustion of that day, he told himself. Then thunder roused him from his thoughts, and there, through the window-panes, a shadow appeared and vanished.
That shadow... it was his imagination, but it seemed like Agata to him... And then another door slamming in the silence of darkness. Arturo screamed, came out of the kitchen and saw that shadow in front of him. Then another door slamming and another and another. And the window of his room that flew open on that hellish night. Arturo tried to close it, but the wind was too strong. Behind him other sounds of doors closing and a female voice calling him from afar. The next morning they found the man's body. He had fallen out the window. They all thought about suicide, due to the pain. On the tombstone, Agata's photograph now seemed to smile.
He returned home and went to bed at Special Data midnight. At two o'clock he was startled awake by the loud bang of a door slamming. Strange, he thought, he had left the windows closed in that weather. Then the sound of shattering glass broke the silence. He ran into the kitchen, but saw no one except some glass on the floor. Arturo shivered. What was happening? Maybe it was the exhaustion of that day, he told himself. Then thunder roused him from his thoughts, and there, through the window-panes, a shadow appeared and vanished.
That shadow... it was his imagination, but it seemed like Agata to him... And then another door slamming in the silence of darkness. Arturo screamed, came out of the kitchen and saw that shadow in front of him. Then another door slamming and another and another. And the window of his room that flew open on that hellish night. Arturo tried to close it, but the wind was too strong. Behind him other sounds of doors closing and a female voice calling him from afar. The next morning they found the man's body. He had fallen out the window. They all thought about suicide, due to the pain. On the tombstone, Agata's photograph now seemed to smile.