Aunt d'Arc
put down the letter on the table and scratched his chin. Of course, I do not have to write that nothing of him did not understand. What Uncle Alfred? What my aunt d'Arc? What's the Inquisition, which family?
The court became quite dark and had a small lamp, which turned casually, stałbym bathed in darkness. Everywhere there was absolute silence, and only old antique clock softly and gently move the pendulum has already measuring the third generation of life. It was surprising that so quickly did the evening.
But the package still was excited and interested.
I looked inside the package and pulled out a small casket. I had a quiet hope that even though she asked me to explain something. Was made of dark wood, maybe oak. After both sides had carved pentagrams small, yes, well I've seen, pentagrams and some Latin maxims, which I did not know. I tried to lift the lid gently, because I did not see it any lock. Without much of a problem I opened the casket i. .. Suddenly I heard something. Something like the attic. Shuffling of feet? I had przesłyszeć - stated and looked into the interior. In the middle was a small glass bottle with a black powder, gold, or gold-plated medallion on the flat gold chain, three black candles, and something that resembled the paper, and could be a piece of leather with some subtitles. All this I took out and put on the table before him. Inscriptions on the skin were from what I noticed perhaps in Latin, but would I need a good light to decipher anything. I took the medallion in his hand and then a strange sound from the top flew to me again. Shuffling of feet, some steps, knocking.
And at this very moment the hair on my head zjeżyły the first time, a shiver went on the back because ... You see ... I was alone at home. I was hoping that it seemed to me, listened to the silence, I stopped even when I breathe and I was hoping that all this is doing przesłyszenia, strange sound from the attic came to me again.
I stood transfixed with a medallion in his hand.
sudden, directed impulse, I put down it quickly back to the trunk, just black candle, a piece of skin and a strange bottle of content, quickly closing the casket and loud breathing.
- God! Like a child! - suddenly laughed out loud with each other, even though it was a fake laugh. I walked up to the light switch in the room and to my surprise it did not work. After dark, I got to the kitchen there trying to ignite fear of distracting light.
did not work.
Hair on the head zjeżyły me a second time. I heard footsteps in the attic. Louder and louder, as if boldly placed.
Wandering in the dark I got to the cabinet where there was a flashlight, so that was there. She quickly turned, hoping that the batteries are charged. Were. White beam of light illuminated the kitchen. I went back to the room where the little lamp was burning. For a moment, from the top is not no sound came.
-rats probably - I said aloud as if to add your courage - even though in that house was never a rat. - Maybe a a bird or a cat - I added quietly. Suddenly
is over me from above and the sound of loud huknięcie beaten plates. I jumped up and struck by a thunderbolt on his feet, then had to topple cabinet with old dishes my mother.
Or someone knocked it - I added another voice in my head.
That was already too much for me, cold sweat ran back to the kitchen, took out a large kitchen knife and walked slowly to the stairs leading to the attic. Plunged into darkness, and only a narrow beam of light was my guide.
think I was afraid then ever in life, all children's nightmares, ghosts and monsters from the books of horror wyczytane stood before my eyes. I felt like I was suddenly without my permission embedded in a King novel or Masterton. It was awful.
As the silence that now exists.
stairs creaked gently, I was getting higher and cooked up for that jump out at any time for me somehow ... well, what? Shining a flashlight everywhere, I was sure that the beam of light hits right at something that I will not be content to watch.
Tracer on the walls, however, stumbled on the massive door of the attic behind have not reached to me, no sound. Slowly I approached them. No, no, I prayed because I'm not generally a believer, but if there were now some gods who would like me to add courage, they would build a small altar in the room.
stood at the door, turned the big key and heart pounding slowly pressed the door handle it opens. Creaked ominously.
I lit flashlight inside the light sweep the cobwebs and old furniture i. .. coronat finis opus. Beam stopped at a sit-legged, gray-haired form a large, white beard and the glowing, red eyes, and my flashlight went out of his hand and went out hitting the ground.
