TRAPPED SOUL
Whispers in the night
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Hi everyone! The original idea for this fanfic, is based in an old Mexican classic horror movie, named "Hasta el viento tiene miedo" , something like "Even the wind is afraid", I wanted to post this since Monday, but life happens. .
Hope you enjoyed.
A/N: Please apologies!, english is not my mother language. Even when I speak it with frequency, the script part, is not my forte.I ask you forgiveness for the mistakes, but I really wanted to share this story in this week. If someone has the patience and time to help me revise my horrible grammar, I'm going to be very grateful…and my readers also
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The soft wind breeze caressed his face, while to wallow around fallen leaves from nearby trees, the sweet sounds of the piano, accompanied his walk, on what looked like a beautiful garden, lit only by the dim light of the moon
"Neeeeeaaaaaall!"
The soft murmur was whispered softly in his ear, he turned his head, seeking whom called him.
"Neeeaaall!".
Again the voice, he took a couple of steps, maybe ahead he could find the one that was seeking him.
The piano notes seemed to intensify, playing a tune that he could not identify, but that caused him a huge melancholy, suddenly an overwhelming scent of roses assault his senses, in his walk, unaware, he had entered a meadow full of beautiful roses in bloom, bending slightly,he reached out to gently touch those beautiful flowers.
Suddenly, the wind gained strength and made him wobble, strong gusts hauled with them what sounded like ... sobbing, wrenching sounds of someone crying a huge sorrow, while the melody, the piano, seemed to accompany with its sound the pain of who wept.
"NNNEEEAAALL.! "
They called again, alarmed, he looked around, giving a full turn, not finding anyone. The wind picked up and the sobs and music, dust and dead leaves pounded his face, forcing him to cover his face with his arm and close his eyes.
After a tense calm, all sound stopped, the wind, the music,the crying. He opened his eyes and found himself standing bewildered in front of the door of his balcony, watching his reflection in the glass.
"Neeeaaaal!"
Again that voice, and the wind, the wind that never sleeps, startled, he notes,, outside on the balcony, standing before him, a young man, his face obscured by the night, who raises a tremulous hand and placed in the cold glass.
"Neeeaaal!"
Terrified he raises his hand and tries to superimposed it with the one of the young man outside his door, he is about to do so when the sobs, the music and the wind become deafening, suddenly, the young man in front of him become distorted in q horrible face that after approaching dangerously , fades into a pale mist.
"NEEEAALLL!"
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The loud noise of the balcony door wide open by the wind, startled him and waking him with his heart racing. The wind was throwing away, papers and objects placed on the table. Stunned, Neal jump up, feeling his knees still shaking from the sudden change of position.
Closing the door with difficult , Neal risked a glance towards the balcony. "Empty!" He muttered to himself. Clasping a hand to his dark hair, he rested his forehead in the frozen glass, silently laughing for his irrational fears.
"No more wine at dinner for you" - he said to himself, as he walked to his bed, trying to regain his lost dream, before closing his eyes,he looks at the bedside watch to check the time: 3:00 am
Yes, he still had a couple of hours of sleep, which was he is not willing to sacrifice.
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