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.
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