are the 22 and the overcast day brought more than a dark night, Michele in the yard quickly becomes covered with the salt and a shiver down my spine, neck, and he's come to expect him break the terror. She turns suddenly, all the windows are dark on the apron but he is not making fun, someone is staring, pulls his pants, finds the keys of the bike behind the yard in the old barn and collect the rest of his stuff in the sweater. Sente move the gravel, now afraid, from behind too many corners can jump out of his attacker, he can not cross the square, it would be easily visible from the window of Helen, but the feeling of being watched does not leave him. Look forward to find an old woman or two sleepless young secluded car, harmless figure, she hopes to give himself the fool for being scared for no reason. Nothing. Michele
start, not close to the wall as logic would have liked, it deviates by a few meters to the first corner, when the wind gets up. The canvas and the ropes of the yard, taxes, trees, anyone could approach them behind without being heard. Michael turns around and shooting in a dark night without a star shape vanishes. Do not even know if that figure was a bush, a towel, an animal, a murderess, a sleepwalker, or if he only imagined it, but now is scared, running through the yard, set in motion without taking your helmet or put away clothes and an even more chilling thrills of the previous crashes. Click. Dud. He never saw a gun in his life but the movies he heard that noise, do not know if it is a blow to vacuum, scarrellata of the gun, the safety off, what the fuck could ever find him?
E 'terrified, turns slowly, will make her look one hundred eighty degrees; meets houses in its path, doorways, open windows and closed, porcupine encounters horrible metal where the neighbor Elena imagine Guests will enjoy clean their shoes, meet the children's bikes stacked last family arrived, he discovered the end of the farm and lose the sense of depth: the wood does not seem to 100 feet, it feels inside, racked with fear. When there she turned completely, the thing she fears most. Nothing. Someone is hiding. Michael sets off running, he fucks the noise and the agreements made with Elena to push the bike off, the twin-cylinder Ducati screams its nature, not once, but he feels his gaze upon himself.
Three kilometers stops, hysterical laughter helps to ease the tension. Check anxious not to have lost nothing. Miss his baseball cap. Now back to the terror, Michael does not want to go back and are content to believe that even if I were to find Alex, that's a very simple blue cap, there are millions. Michele plays, puts the helmet, engages the first and that's when he feels cold. The headlights of a car and head over the pass to him. Michele is paralyzed, unable to disengage the clutch and the lights he sees in the mirror left of his Ducati are getting closer. We, Michael is already resigned when the car passes by ignoring it. Do you feel like an idiot, a one kilometer long sigh relaxes a bit ', let the clutch, Gas and heads for home.
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