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cursed - Part Two - The House

The villa of the Rogers stood on a quiet hill. The first thing that surprised me was the appearance of the house. Unlike the garden, all'incuria abandoned, the house was still as experienced and not abandoned for years. That they were ordered ghosts? The mystery deepens. Although the house was treated, however, one aspect was bleak.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Look to the upstairs window," cried Mary.



"Shut up, stupid, could ..." but when I looked at the window, with astonishment, he could not continue the sentence was a strange light, faint.



"Let's go, this place gives me the creeps!" Murmured Mary.
"Honey, the danger is my business," said Jean, "I'm not going back!" Jean
Always the same: it is cute and clever, but too sure of himself.
"Now we're here, we can not go back!" I said to Mary.
After dragging a reluctant Mary, we went inside the house.



Also inside was clean and tidy. You would not think it was an abandoned house. Mary was shaking like a leaf, and yet I wondered why Jean had insisted to bring it back. It was only a ball the foot. But apparently my cousin had made inroads into hysterical heart of Jean. What taste! As soon as we were disoriented by
at twilight, despite a large window that let in the moonlight.
"Do not you dare leave me alone ... or regret it!" then swung around to the stairs e. .. he faced a gruesome statue, turned white as a sheet and made a cry so sharp as to shake the windows, the neighbors must have thought the ghosts.



"Well ... now we explore the house," said Jean excited.
"No, I want to go home!" Mary said, pointing to his feet. But Jean
ncora once he managed to drag Mary. We began to turn for home. Each room was in order. There was no trace of dust or cobwebs. When we entered the dining room I saw a painting.



represents a family: I think they were the previous owners of the villa. The man on the right had to be Monsiuer Rogers, while the left face of the child appeared dull in contrast to the serene atmosphere of the painting that the performer wanted to convey.
We went upstairs, but somehow lost sight of Mary and Jean. After trying for a while I found them,



but before my eyes appeared a gruesome scene: Mary and Jane were to kiss.



But they failed because they saw me. The embarrassment was evident.



"Let's go back downstairs?" I said to break the silence that had venito to create.
"Okay!" said Jean.
All three went down the stairs. Suddenly I lost my balance and ruzzolai down by a loud noise.



"Arthur, pay attention!" Jean took me again. Falling for the second time the same day: I was just bad luck stalking.
Suddenly, thanks to the moonlight, we could see a human figure with a plate in his hand.



Mary was so terrified that he fled.



When I turned to see again the figure was gone. Could not have been imagination. We had seen them all.
"But where is that stupid way?" I said.
Fear began to hear me too. The situation had become too grim and complicated.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
It was Mary who threw a sharp cry. He was in danger. He came from a port not far from us. Jean and I rushed. The door led to the basement of the villa. We went down the stairs.



There were voices. Two. One was an elderly woman and a man was in the throes of a nervous breakdown, perhaps a madman. We went more to see and hear better. He was an elderly woman and a man jailed.



With my horror and Jean, Mary saw fell on the ground.



"Believe me, I do it for your own good!" said the old woman to the young prisoner. The poor man began screaming and babbling " tell the truth, just lies! .



What was happening? I did not understand. What were those two in a villa that had to be abandoned for a long time? For more on this terrible state.
"No sweetie, you can tell by the way .... I do it for your own good!" said the old woman.
Meanwhile, Mary was awake and fear had been sitting on the floor without moving seemed petrified.



Jean and I tried to draw closer, but the old woman saw us.



"Who are you? What do you want? Go away, "cried the woman.
He tried to attack my friend. My courage failed him and Jean.



But suddenly came to our aid to be most unlikely that there was : Fifi the cat of Mary. Apparently she had followed his beloved mistress.



Ado However pounced on seniority woman scratching her face.



This began shortly after crying, covering her face with her hands.



Meanwhile, Mary got up and ran to embrace his beloved Fifi.



"Lady, why she and the man you are in this house?" I asked as gently as possible to the elderly woman.
'Cause we are the owners! " she said.
"You mean ..." said Jean.



"Yes, we are the Rogers!" Madam Rogers interrupted him. "Well, yes. To kill my husband was my son. They asked him a sum for a firm but open Monsieur Rogers refused. So my son had picked up a candlestick, killed him with a blow to the head . As soon as I found out I tried to protect him. I told everyone that we were transfers, but in reality we hidden in the basement of the villa. I continued to pay taxes so that the house was not sold to someone who then claimed to have discovered our secret. Meanwhile, I locked my son there, in that cell, to prevent escape and went to the police to confess. "



Ms. Rogers did not realize, however, that his son was getting worse day by day . The remorse was gnawing at the soul until qunado would lead him to madness. She. however, showed signs of imbalance.
"Now I go away, let us live in our despair!" he screamed the woman.
I, Jean and Mary began to flee Fifi and we followed suit. Up at the villa we followed Mrs. Rogers.
"Go away! Go!" we shouted.





We took the gig and went to the house of my uncle. When we arrived at Mary Jean looked at her with gentle eyes and whispered "Good night!" and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Next, Mary and I, we tried to get inside the house without making noise and went to bed. Ms. Rogers did not understand that his son was sentenced to a punishment worse than death had forced him to live a damned life. I was so sorry for the family that had become quiet and happy, in no time, sad and restless. I could not do molto, però sperai che un giorno il figlio potesse essere liberato dalla madre e andasse a costituirsi.
Dopo aver pensatato a lungo queste cose, mi addormentai. Da quel giorno in poi Jean veniva a far visita a Mary, la quale adorava sempre di più il suo soggiorno parigino; 



Per quanto mi riguarda, a parte la certezza di non farmi abbindolare da storie di case infestate, cominciai a prendere in simpatia quel sacco di pulci altolocato: la prima impressione a volte può condurre in inganno. 




                                                                                                        - END-

Thus ends another adventure of Arthur, but others still await him.

How I Make My Pines Long And Tight

cursed - Part One -

"The climate of the Ile-de-France is very strange indeed, uncle!" Sbuffai.
Summer was just around the corner, and to lift some of the unbearable heat, me and Uncle Gus we used to take a relaxing stroll along the Seine.





To me, accustomed to the cool summers of my England, the climate of the continent seemed untenable. It had not yet added unto the sultry days of July, which the Parisians fleeing or retreating in the countryside in the peaceful villages of Brittany!
that day with my uncle were talking about poetry:



icky topic, someone may think, but when his uncle Gustave spoke of the great poets of France was exalted in such a way as to leave you stunned: Lamartine, Chauteaubriant. .. his voice trembled and his eyes shone.



What amused me greatly, When at a certain point, I became the cause of the amusement of those present: absent from the speech of his uncle, I stumbled on a rock and took a tumble.



Uncle Gus was alarmed, I had not seriously injured ,



and everything contributed to make the scene even more ridiculous ... in a moment of initial disappointment, I burst out laughing loudly, followed closely by his uncle. I was still sitting on the ground, unable to stop my laughter when he got behind me a familiar voice, and until the time before turning around to look, I hoped with all my strength I was wrong in recognizing it.



I was not mistaken, unfortunately. It was my cousin Mary. What case against her had wanted is right in Paris, at that place in the city, just when I was sitting in the dust?



"My cousin, the future Earl of Lancshire, like any beggar in the dust? What incredible sight!"
If there was the personification of vanity, they call Mary ", I thought as I get up from the ground. I must emphasize that I do not hate my cousin, she makes it absolutely unbearable.'s Not a bad girl, after all received education un'eccepibile in best colleges in London, but his only thoughts are the clothes, dancing, entertainment ...
"Dear cousin, are you happy to see me?" We received a letter from your parents - you know, Uncle Edward writes often to my mother, and I just knew you were in France, are now run by you! I love Paris! The Boulevard , the fashion houses, festivals, the gallantry of the French ... c'est magnifique! I arrived in town yesterday and this morning I came to the villa of the uncle, but the maid told me that you were here, and here I am "



Another shortcoming of Mary: the chatter!
"Mr Uncle, it would be possible to stay in your estate? The hotel where we stayed yesterday is too noisy! Elegant, for heaven's sake, and also frequented by people in a way, but Mon Dieu, as you say here, is chaotic. I have not closed my eyes and you see: my complexion is off today! Terrible! I wonder how they stayed the others ... I say, sleep ...



"Mademoiselle Marie, it is natural that she and her gentle lady you stayed with me all the time want! " interrupted his uncle. I did not like the expression "all the time, but unfortunately the worst was done. My uncle sent me a look of apology, more explicit than a thousand words. I smiled at him: moreover he was not a tragedy ... especially since she would be busy all day to shoot the best clothing shops ...



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At dinner, however I had a nice surprise: the would be given my room, because the more isolated and quiet (even Helen was sorry about that!).



a delicious meal prepared by Madame Dupont, the cook of my uncle, I went across, but now I rasseganato to sacrifice;



the straw that broke the camel's back was, however, Fifi, a cluster of silky white hair.



aside my doubts usefulness of the feline race (selfish profiteers and edit any more than other species!), one might add that the tender Fifi has all the shortcomings of his Padon, with which in the end you can still engage in a discourse or reason about together, unlike the animal that demonstrated his sympathy for you to fill scratches all over her face!



The evening, as warm as the day turned to night, and I had just gone into my new room.
Helen had fallen asleep on the sofa in the living room, my uncle was now in the arms of Morpheus for a while, and even Mary was resting peacefully in what until a few hours before it was my soft bed.





How I wished that Helen had come to read me a story ... but I did not feel right when you wake ... bored, time never passes!
But finally the moment when my eyelids had surrendered to fatigue ...



"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh !!!!"
The cry of my cousin felt so strong, that I seemed to resent next.



immediately ran into the hall and I realized that nobody had ever heard, apart from my items ex-room, the most absolute silence reigned.



Being the only one that bothered me was not a little annoyed ... but a moment!! voices? One was acute Mary, but the other was a male voice! Perhaps he had entered a thief, in his own room? I went by stealth and looking out I saw Jean struggling with a crisis Mary's hysterical. Poor boy!



As soon as I saw, I ran, embarrassed.



"Hey Arthur! I passed by to tell you something interesting and not as you look out the window, I decided to surprise you! "
Since we had made friends, Jean often came to visit me and tell me stories he heard on the streets of the city. He knew now what was my room, so he went without fail, see Mary.
"But me you made it, boy, I must say it's a nice surprise, because of pretty girls in her nightgown is not always easy to meet. "



I had the same impression that a volcano erupting behind me ... it was really Mary who satva to explode with anger and embarrassment. I pretended nothing , also because I had to get used to the character of my cousin in order to live in peace and serenity. Anyway, I tried to change the subject with Jean to alleviate the tension that was being created.
"What was the interesting thing you wanted to tell me, Jean ?
"Oh yeah, right! I said that came to my ears an interesting news: it seems that an empty house come screams out the window and I saw with my own eyes a light come from within ... the strangest thing is that taxes are paid on time for the villa, "Jean told me.
" Really? Very strange ... who were the last inhabitants of the house? "I asked concerned.
" A wealthy family, well known in the neighborhood where he lived, were called to Rogers. They were really nice and decent people, they told me ... but then, one day, was found in his study the corpse of Mr. Rogers,



so his wife and son, now an adult, he moved abroad to start a new life, "says Jean.
" But as Mr. Rogers died? "I asked.
"A blow to the head was fatal, but the murderess was never found! It was a quiet family, had no enemies!" Jean said sorry. What a story
terribbile! Not only did Mrs. Rogers and her son had lost a loved one, but it was not even found the murderess. And now the house was haunted by ghosts who pay taxes ... it does not convince me ... there must be something below.
"How about going for a short hike at night in that house?" Jean asked me excitedly.
"You mean that you are entered in this house, stealthily, to invite a child of 10 years to make a" picnic "in a haunted house?" shouted Mary Jean.
"Actually it I am 12, "Mary corrected.
" However the fact remains that I have woken up to nonsense! "Mary continued to scream.
" It is nonsense lovely girl! "Jean went to Mary talemte time that I first became red for the embarrassing situation.



But apparently the ladies like this, because I saw my cousin staying still in ecstasy.



"When you come to England, you said to have lived an exciting incredibilemnte ... "and the last word my cousin Mary had already cooked!
My father once told me that the French claim to irresistibii tombeurs de femmes. I think Jean belongs to this category. Of course, to me these things I care little, and then I think it takes courage to woo my cousin Mary! Even more than going to walk around in a haunted house. What excited me of course: but none was necessary to avoid someone noticing and opened his mouth too talkative with adults. But it seemed that Jean had done a great job of convincing, so it was to find a way to get to the villa.
"If we borrow a cart to your uncle, do you think I mad?"
"No, if no one tells them! Let's go," said elated ...
" Un momento, signori: mi devo preparare! Non posso certo uscire di casa in queste condizioni... "



"Ma sei sei stupenda...una dea! La notte ci attende, mia diletta. Coraggio!" e le prese le mani. 



La situazione si faceva troppo melensa...meglio buttarci a capofitto nell'avventura! 

 

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