you wake up in your bed, a place sacred and inviolable ... look at your watch and find out that late, and that the night shift has already begun a quarter of an hour, you get up, take a shower, get dressed and pray that the primary is not dismiss you, take your bag and coat and you're out, close the door Chiva and go out in the street ... to get to save a little time to cross a street, it's night and the street light is broken, the way is immersed deeper into the darkness, walking in the street for not going to bang garbage cans and various junk, by silence you hear squeaks of mice or the bum that is stirring in its box ... to continue, then you feel that you hear footsteps ... the other sounds stop, now we are just steps away and the beat of your heart ... that is accelerating the steps increase speed and noise, it is close ... more ... near the end of the alley is close ... quicken up your pace, the smell of rotting flesh coming from your nose behind you, but you can not turn, will not you turn around ... back to the light and you turn ... nothing ... just darkness ... you laugh and you made the fool you for taking imagination ... then a breath affannatto makes you shut up and forces you to get away ... get to the bus stop, a boy is sitting on the bench, the suit with hood pulled over his head and his hands sunk in the pockets ... slowly turns his head toward you and begins to set, and you see only a black spot in place of the face, does not see his face because of the hood ... you get the bus and salts, the place is usually free ... not that many people at that time was running ... the stranger follows you and sits down at a dozen places to you, put in a place not well lit by the light on the ceiling of the bus and sits down ... turns his head towards you, does not move ... you think I'm asleep, you want to believe that he is not sleeping ... look at him directly because you fear ... yes, it makes you afraid ... after two stops down, and braking of the bus forced him to cling to not fall ... a white hand, lean ... you're a doctor, you look at that hand, sometimes you just saw a pallor like that ... often on the corpses which were used for the exercises ... the university that descends and plunges you into the alley ... Seafarers of the window, but you the feeling that you're still set, the hidden darkness ... come to the hospital and take care of the patients ... laughing with colleagues, you prescribe a drug you take care of an elderly woman and bite wounds reported aun d boy while committing acts of vandalism in the cemetery ... do you think maybe you should go see your parents the cemetery, there is so much go ... while a boy enters the office of a sudden ... you and your colleagues will turn sprovista caught off ... the guy goes to one of them and embrace fraternally ... your partner recovers from surprise and greeted him, they begin to speak, and the newcomer asks cases that have been busy ... seems to darken a moment he learned of the cemetery, and the doctor asks the address, making an annoyed grimace and looked around him ... he says the intruder thanked him and greets him ... the guy went out to find the phone in his pocket, in a move the robe barlugginio metal from a gun shakes you, you're doing out but in the end it could be an undercover cop, or was a joke of your mind ... but you can not explain why the phone has informed the address of the cemetery and has said there would be work to do that night .... ends the round and go home ... no strange ... but you fall asleep on the bus and you wake up as soon as the door opens again in a hurry ... go out and be surprised at the place where you are in front of you ... the mouth of an alley in a dark way deep inside ... it seemed to drag this out a bum ... just ask them where they are bawls him to leave, to escape, that things are not meant to see it nestle in that place, know that I beat you! ... take a bus that passes while miraculously see that the tramp garda terrorized the alley from which inside out and comes back ... you get home and the door is open ... you probably forgot to close it .... do not you think you are tired and need sleep ... I go to bed naked with eyes closed ... all off and you lie down ... but not a resiro what you hear coming from the corner of stnaza? you just sit in the corner and see a shadow of suspicion still motionless staring at you, scrutinizing you scream ... wondering who it is ... no answer ... a laugh ... maybe this is the last thing you heard ... ... after dark.
We are not alone, what we see in the darker shade, you may not have a rational explanation ... a growl in the night could not be produced by a dog ... and the attacker may not want your money ... we need to look shoulders, or hope not to ever come across in the dark .. or maybe it's all decided, perhaps there is something that we do not perceive, perhaps there is nothing, maybe we are crazy ...
But one thing is certain ...
We are not alone.
We are not alone, what we see in the darker shade, you may not have a rational explanation ... a growl in the night could not be produced by a dog ... and the attacker may not want your money ... we need to look shoulders, or hope not to ever come across in the dark .. or maybe it's all decided, perhaps there is something that we do not perceive, perhaps there is nothing, maybe we are crazy ...
But one thing is certain ...
We are not alone.
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