the endless night. I tried only to go to that bad place, not to think about anything else. My ears were whistling in the silence. It took a while 'but eventually I got in front of that sign worn and crooked. "The boaster Toaster" was called, the antechamber of my personal hell. A narrow building squeezed between the palaces of the sticky edge. No windows, not that the view was worth it, only a small iron door, a time will be even been red, but now it was more of a teenage polish color ... I did a little 'courage, came from outside the door, the wind, I strongly urged to take off my fast from there, but I could not listen to him. I banged a couple of blows with the knuckles of the hand, I heard the thud of the vacuum behind the stupid door. Someone opened the door, without even asking who I was. Bad sign, these people are not open to anyone and that meant that I have been waiting for. The anxiety began pounding on his knees trying to make me give up, damn shameful. I could light a fire but no such stress would be introduced in that place without bad consequences. I entered. The guy that I had opened was bald and extremely high, pitch-black eyebrows, but without a trace of beard. He could worry and I did not understand the reason. I do not say anything, just made me way through a darkened corridor and then down the stairs quite steep. The walls were not white, seemed covered with something strange. They were not smooth, there was a strange black patina and lumpy. The bald guy could not see me, I sent ahead to spend enough. The temptation to touch that thing ever prevailed. I pulled my finger as if to steal a piece 'of the jam jar. When I touched the mess vomiting was going to join me. It was slimy and sticky. It seemed some sort of resin or something dark. I went up to the nose as if you were the best of the hounds, but years of happy sfumacchiate had reduced my sense of smell a rag. I could still you hear a sour smell, iron. While looking for something in my pocket which I clean up the mess on his hands, the dumb guy spun around and showing that he could speak, he said
"I was you I would not touch anything if you care that your fingers will remain attached where they are ... "
"hey, nice quiet" I said, "I have a hunger for cock and you have this on the walls looks like a grandmother's jam out a bit 'wrong, if you give me a slice of bread tasting ...". The
permalosone took offense and gave me a look from "ubiaco are filthy and I want to lead your hands", but he was not drunk, but certainly he would like to shake a bit 'palette that had attached to those arms.
the corridor of candy we got a big round room. Medieval tapestries with scenes of battles cover the walls, old wooden furniture and a chandelier disturbing, like a bare tree toppled. Actually I was not sure was a chandelier, as it does not emit light and there was not a damn lightbulb. The room was still lit, but by a strange red light, I could not understand where it came from. Bowling ball told me to wait there without touching anything. I was alone and started looking around for some information ... While rummaging in an old chest of drawers, which of course was empty, I began to hear a noise coming from the bottom. It was as if something was scratched and scratched. Came from all over the floor, not a point sigolo ... I thought a lot of rats ... mice ... too many mice. That place really starts to give me the creeps. Anxiety, hot flashes, I was shit and the guy got it worse than before to say that I could now be received ... Strangely, as soon as he entered the room the noise stopped ... The thing I smelled badly, but I was not there for that. Paths out of the room a small passage, the temperature dropped sharply, it was bitterly cold. I came to a door and the cold became more intense ... I realized I have arrived. I was in shit up to the elbows. I did not have time to get closer to the door to turn the handle a husky voice that he invited me to enter. There he was, sitting in a chair, the man who smells of death, Dowle.
"Sit down, William ..." he said.
"We know what you want, and do not believe it, but we are willing to give it to you. In return you give us a small favor ...".
While staring at me waiting for an answer I could think of nothing but that "we." He said "we." That is, there were other ... In all these years of digging in the mud, I had never heard that in the Toaster there was more of a mind. This complicates things, not to mention the "please" I would ask ...
"You have to go from one person and give him something from us."
"Only that?" I asked.
"Just this. When you have done your homework we'll give you the cash."
accepted. He told me where to go and who to look for, I had to get out there and wait for someone to entry that would give me a package. I did exactly what I had said, coming out of that room began to breathe more freely and to sweat anything but frost. Retraced the contrary, the way I did talk with coach before. Turning round the room I did not hear any noise. I found the door. I waited a bit ', and my dry throat seemed to have every intention to get out there to sling drink somewhere without me. At the end of the funny guy with the eyebrows came and gave me a wooden box, opened the door and he pointed out. Maybe a child had beaten too much or too little was undecided.
air out of the Toaster was pleasantly pungent. It was released unharmed. I had to laugh and I did. Hysterical laughter in the night, with nothing funny below. I tried to calm down a bit ', certainly in bad place that had managed to hear my laughter and release were enjoying, they could be sure that I was afraid of them.
The box weighed little, was bronze with notches in the black that I could not understand. The characters were unknown to me ... who knows what kind of language was written, but mostly I wonder what the hell it said. The hand with where I wanted it was freezing, I took my handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it in there. Putting his hand in his pocket bumped the package. Now that I had left the flames could be free again, so I lit one. I tasted the first mouthful intense. I decided to go home before you do that for those bastards. I needed to wash, to lie, my tea ...
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