Something is usually excited and run into something that one does not expect to receive mail. That enthusiasm
Jonathan brightened this morning, when it comes tax slips and brochures, he found a brown paper envelope, typed and your name.
He opened it immediately, leaving aside the rest. Go Jonathan surprise to discover that this was a survey. He gave a quick read, turning the leaves on one side or the other. Something is not closed, leaves beyond the letterhead on which it could read the word "survey" were blank.
actually had a prayer written and it was a question, just below the letterhead, on the first page.
The question was very concise: Male or Female?. Jonatan
laughed heartily, wondering who would have spent the joke. He thrust the sheets back into the envelope and threw all over the rest of the mail. The excitement was short-lived, but at least allowed to leave with a smile to your daily routine.
returned late at night, tired and ready to sleep. He had already eaten, as his girlfriend. The mere thought that was going to be up early to study for the renewal of insurance work, resulted in more sleep.
Anyway, preferred to watch a little TV. While changing from one channel to another, confused because there was nothing to his liking, he again thought of that survey.
He pulled the envelope and returned to remove the leaves. He sought the court and found none. Again, the blank papers had any information about who had sent them. A point was to save yet again, to throw it away in the morning. However, in an instinctive act then sorry, found a pen and wrote the letter neatly next to the question: "man."
Her eyes widened as big as they could. Under that sentence suddenly appeared a second line, written from scratch, but with the same font that the first machine, asking: Name.
felt some revulsion. This was not normal. I knew the trick of writing dipped in lemon and then to read that "invisible ink" approaching the role in the heat of a flame. But he had never heard of a paper that "the writing itself."
chuckled nervously and was ashamed of being afraid. Brought about over the road and wrote his full name.
Her skin prickled and a chill down her spine. The third sentence
talked to him.
Scared?
swallowed.
- Let Jona, come on. This is a joke, can not be anything else - he said aloud, instilling values.
supported the tip of the pen on the paper and said, lying: "I have no fear."
read in the paper immediately: Why do you lie?
He winced, which almost makes it fall off the chair. It seemed silly, but even he seemed to hear the question, as well as read.
coughed. That did not like. Ezekiel thought of calling his friend, who lived in the same street, but looked at it and did not seem a good idea. It was late to ask someone to come over to read a paper.
hesitated, but finally replied: "No lie"
The paper insisted: lie, but never mind. Do you fear death? Jonatan
shifted in his chair. He looked toward the windows, even got up and looked at whether there was someone outside or in another room, jugándole the joke. He sat down again, but would not take the pen. He was silent, watching the road. Meanwhile, he kept another dialogue, this very internal, between his mind and sanity.
Finally, reached into his backpack and changed the item. Now had a fibrón in his hand. With its thick strokes, said: "NO".
letters in the same way as the previous times, appeared like a magic act: Would you mind then know?
He felt his heart quicken and had difficulty breathing. What was that, by all the gods!
He hurried to answer: "I want to know death."
typed sheet without respite: Can you guess what room of the department is waiting? She turned
look back, sure to come face to face with death. But there was only the refrigerator. Jonathan, stood up, shaking. I wanted to answer, fearing the next question. In the kitchen he felt sure there was only one door that opened onto a small hallway. And he was ahead of him. Sought a sharp knife in the silverware drawer. Caught Handle anxiously, as if his fate depended on it.
With the gun in his hand, returned to the table. He searched the pen again. I did not want to impress anyone now. He replied, "I will not play with you."
The letters appeared one after another, leading to the brink of insanity his mind: "Who do you say I am?".
- Basta! - Shouted and without missing a beat, ran down the aisle, looking for rooms.
Police found his body a day later, when his girlfriend, tired of the phone call, I decided to go to the department. Had been beheaded and his blood was spread throughout the room. They could find no data intruder.
The only thing that caught the attention of the researchers was a road with a letterhead that said "survey", in which the victim had written "Man I have no fear" after a stroke fibrón had "no I'm not interested death "and then again in blue ink" will not play with you. "
The victim, surely had gone mad. Ordered a drug test to the body and inquired with the bride on her psychological state.
never found the envelope, no one ever knew he was there. They say some of the legends that are told in bars of little less crowded suburbs of the city, which continues to travel from house to house, through mail and that once you open it, inevitably, you will die.
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