Chronicle of a Death Foretold The last house I have seen was not the worst of all, but was able to fill me with despair.
Already the house was located on the 4th floor had something sinister considering that the building had only three floors. Something in my mathematical mind was not right.
Check on the 3rd floor with elevator and I find myself in front of two flights of stairs. I start climbing them. Every step of a doubt. The door opens and I am going to come when ...
"Warning!"
Below me the void.
Facing the door you could see a landing of about one square meter beyond which there was a difference of about 1.2 ml. There was no balustrades. On the left, 90 °, was leaving a narrow staircase leading to the actual plan of the apartment. I imagined my return home after a day's work: angry, distracted and by the grace of an elephant. Imagine if I had to remember to take an immediate left as you open the door! Minimum Minimum tumbling over the top in an incredible loss of those square then some idiot friend on youtube and become the celebrities of the internet. Tze.
visited the apartment. All in all it's nice and functional, except that it is usually the attic. On the bed you get a popup that should give light to the room. Being just below the pitch of the roof, according to Sun beds, the display would be roughly about 50cm from his face. But you imagine?
... It 's a dark and stormy night. I am sleepless in bed. Wide-eyed look at the ceiling if it was not in front of me opens a small window size. I watch the rain fall and lightning dart electrocuted in a dangerous ... when suddenly ...
A similar dark spot ad un volto si spiaccica sul vetro!
Terrorizzata svengo e muoio in un tutt’uno, così velocemente che Morfeo e Thanatos saranno costretti a giocarsi a dadi la mia sorte.
Solo grazie alla squadra di CSI, si scoprirà che morii d’infarto per un curioso caso di iperfantasiosità a causa di quella merda d’uccello spiaccicatasi all’improvviso sul vetro.
Il tutto per la modica cifra di 900€ più le spese.
