Post by account_disabled on Dec 11, 2023 1:10:05 GMT -5
Remo really didn't know where to start. Since that day when, at midnight, he heard someone rummaging in the wardrobe in the bedroom? When he woke up and saw the doors wide open, clothes and towels on the floor and no one - no one - in the house? Or when he first heard objects moving in other rooms, noises coming from nowhere? Or when, hearing the noise of dishes, he had gathered courage, entered the kitchen and... no, that detail was better kept a secret. Tale. He spoke for two hours, cried sometimes, stammered in the moments when he was forced to call things by their real names. Attendance.
He spoke about it as if he didn't give it any weight, trying not to emphasize the word. Phenomena. They happened. His house seemed to be prey to paranormal activity, which could not be traced back to anything scientifically proven. Poltergeist. He knew that term. At first he hadn't taken it into consideration, but then he had to change his mind. The doctor listened to her Phone Number Data patiently, without showing surprise or disbelief. Finally he prescribed Remo a drug. When he left the study, Remo threw the recipe in a bin and went home. Emotional stress. Loneliness. That idiot didn't understand anything.
He didn't believe me, Remo said to himself. After dinner he went to bed early. She let her thoughts wander and finally fell asleep. It was a restless sleep. She dreamed of flying, of floating in the air like the furniture in her house days before. Then gravity returned. Remo had the sensation of falling. He fell into the void. He woke up with a start. He was sweaty, his heart was beating as if he had run for miles and miles. That strange dream had seemed real to him, he had even felt the impact with the bed. He looked at the time on his cell phone. It was only 11pm. He fell asleep again after a few minutes. He had the same dream. She was floating in the air. The blankets slipped and fell off.
He spoke about it as if he didn't give it any weight, trying not to emphasize the word. Phenomena. They happened. His house seemed to be prey to paranormal activity, which could not be traced back to anything scientifically proven. Poltergeist. He knew that term. At first he hadn't taken it into consideration, but then he had to change his mind. The doctor listened to her Phone Number Data patiently, without showing surprise or disbelief. Finally he prescribed Remo a drug. When he left the study, Remo threw the recipe in a bin and went home. Emotional stress. Loneliness. That idiot didn't understand anything.
He didn't believe me, Remo said to himself. After dinner he went to bed early. She let her thoughts wander and finally fell asleep. It was a restless sleep. She dreamed of flying, of floating in the air like the furniture in her house days before. Then gravity returned. Remo had the sensation of falling. He fell into the void. He woke up with a start. He was sweaty, his heart was beating as if he had run for miles and miles. That strange dream had seemed real to him, he had even felt the impact with the bed. He looked at the time on his cell phone. It was only 11pm. He fell asleep again after a few minutes. He had the same dream. She was floating in the air. The blankets slipped and fell off.