Torres Gómez, double name, trademark goatee and sports to pitch. I drank in the bar on weekends bowling and playing golf in the country from Monday to Friday. Did not work, did not missing. The father owned half the town and lived belly up.
not mixed with lower social classes considered, ie not running a late model car or at least imported. Anyway treated them as their cleaning staff belonging to these strata. And his caddy on the golf course as well.
One night market again to buy a top quality supplier in the north, the car stopped in the middle of the road suddenly. The engine was turned off, the radio went dead and the lights went dark lenses.
- fuck it, is a Lamborghini! Would have gone with the Alfa Romeo, I shit on this car sucks! - Shouted angry while hitting the steering wheel.
wanted to use your cell phone, but had no signal. When looked at his gold watch, Rolex, and to his surprise, he was detained. Recently there
suspected that something was strange. She immediately thought of a kidnapping attempt. He turned his head in all directions, hoping to bump into another car or running to the Lamborghini offenders. But there was nobody on the road. Was relieved, but at that moment something hit the roof. Or at least, I imagined the sound.
was about to get off, but the windshield noticed something very strange. The horizon down. Miró the windows and realized that was rising. "We were kidnapped from above? He tried the door anyway, but it was locked.
Then the night turned into day. A blinding light pierced through the glass, forcing him to cover his eyes. At the same time heard a strange hum. I could not deny it, I was scared.
When the light subsided, and not his car was floating through the air. He was in an enclosure of metal walls. The door was still unable to open. A melody began to play out. Very soft tones, delicate, her eyelids became heavy and unavoidably, he slept.
The horn of a truck that passed almost touching the Lamborghini woke him up. A shiver ran through her body. Outside the night was closed, listening to radio is a modern hip hop and his watch - the talking - given the time it should be. He started the engine of the car and there was no trouble starting it.
What had happened? With your foot on the accelerator, ran the mile that separated him from his home in minutes. Throughout the journey did not stop thinking about what had happened. Fragments had strange flashes of memory, as the vehicle to be rising, having reached an enclosed ...
Arriving at the gated entrance where he lived, stopped his car, for security personnel lift the barriers. His head was still processing the events, so it took to realize that at the port where it should be on guard, and there was no light was off.
When he did, left the vehicle and walked up to it. Slammed the door plate, with no luck. Then leaned out the window. Zack! A face appeared on the other side of the glass, slammed into it! Torres Gomez fell scared, falling on his ass. The door burst open and four legs to be amorphous and semi-human face rushed out towards him.
tried to go back and sit as was, with sore hip from the fall. His arms made the effort to take away, but that thing was almost over. A one meter could see how it opened his mouth and he could see three rows of sharp teeth very well dripping slime and blood. But he could see only a second because then jumped on him ...
The horn of a truck threw him back against the Lamborghini. The cargo was lost in the distance, but still remained frozen. I was sweating. Literally felt wet shirt. Also his pants. I was trembling with fear. What happened? What was happening? Was there anything dreamed a monster ... or a kidnapping ...? His head ached, he felt dizzy and needed to vomit.
Lamborghini opened the door and ran to the shoulder. He knelt and bowed his head, just enough to throw up on the weed. Behind felt pass another truck, which also sounded the horn.
- Damn! They can stop doing that! - Shouted his mouth still pasty and the sour taste of bile invading the senses.
He patted his pockets. The drug was still there. I had hardly eaten in days. I could not blame her for what was happening. The sound of your car's engine forced him to turn and look at the route. Froze. The amorphous was believed to be a nightmare at the wheel. But it was all well above the Lamborghini, a kind of spacecraft on the car threw a bright light and began to raise it in the air.
After the initial shock, unable to break the paralysis. First it was a step, then another. Finally he ran to his car. But midway, he was startled by a loud speaker. Barely had time to look to the right, where the headlights of a giant truck were almost upon him ...
cropped grass. A small ball goes through the final meters and is close to the hole. Dances around the perimeter of it and finally falls, with the smoothness of Pen.
A couple are left to hear applause in the field. Just observed that pilgrimage to the ball and then just note that has a bag of golf clubs in hand. Looks up the players and recognizes her father, and next ... Could not be! Is. Y. .. and is beckoning to where you are now standing with golf clubs. But ...
Looks feet, clothing, hands, and not recognized. It is the caddy! Remember lights, a monster, other lamps, but can not remember the exact order. Also a loud, sharp, and then nothing. Is calling, the young with the same aspect is calling. Note in his eyes a sinister complicity. Something beyond incomprehensible. He calls with a simple gesture with his fingers and he winks. And at the exact moment that his father was coming forward, giving back, Torres Gomez put him equal horizontal forearm, elbow flexed and the fist in the air and making the gesture of a truck playing his horn stringed rises and falls twice as represented.
And with that gesture, the madness that knows no social strata, decided to settle in the mind astray, no longer recognized if in fact something of everything that had happened or had never ceased to happen.
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