Noise. Chapter II.

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"Monsters and ghosts exist in the minds of all people and sometimes they win the battle"

Stephen King.

They were running the weeks at The Garden House without that Robert and Rose again to talk about the incident of the noise, what initially seemed so real in the eyes of Rose, with the passing of the days was taking the form of nightmare, but changed the personality of Robert since that night.

Rose is auto convinced that they were fads, but appeared gestures and expressions on the face of Robert that she had not seen ever, in a sudden way that lovely man that she fell in love from that moment believed listening to that voice and that deafening noise was becoming a disturbing stranger.

Small manias, phobias, and details were appearing suddenly in the personality of Robert, outbursts of unwarranted jealousy became something daily in Garden House and in that atmosphere of tension Rose not could focus on concluding his new novel. Robert emotional imbalance came to such an extent that began to affect him in job performance, Robert in a matter of hours went from a negative State to another positive, in just a few seconds his soul went from calm to the Tempest, and between all these States it took precedence madness, Robert railed and insulted and defamed finally swearing by the tomb of his saintly mother which amount it as a sandwich cut.

Rose loved Robert above herself and sensed that there was something supernatural that terrible night of noise-related in this sudden change, and yet conscious of the danger decided to investigate to reach that harmful nature that had taken over her husband, lost among this whirlwind of emotions was Rose when Robert parked his car in front of Garden House.

Rose had the impression that her husband was repentant for the front of the previous night, but that impression was dispelled when Robert opened the door and as an automaton began to murmur.

* Without Exit *

You are bad
You're always the worst,
Killed me to work,
To give you better.
And what do I get in return?
A bastard antler!

You are treacherous,
You make me a loser,
You have to crush,
You do not have any value.
Who's going to crush you brain?
And you will start the heart?

You invented yourself from the noise,
To hide your infidelity,
To hide your pettiness,
To be able to satisfy your livid,
In complete impunity.

You are evil,
You are a rotten stench
An eternal down,
A spot to honour.
Who will crush you brain and?
your heart be eaten?

Robert Obsessions. Aberrations and Blasphemies.

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* Sin Salida *

Eres mala,
eres siempre lo peor,
me mato a trabajar,
por darte lo mejor.
¿Y que obtengo a cambio?
¡Una cornamenta de cabrón!

Eres pérfida,
me haces un perdedor,
te tengo que machacar,
no tienes ningún valor.
¿Quién va a aplastarte el cerebro?
¿Y te arrancará el corazón?

Te inventaste lo del ruido,
para ocultar tu infidelidad,
para esconder tu mezquindad,
para poder saciar tu lívido,
en una completa impunidad.

Eres diabólica,
Eres un putrefacto hedor,
Un eterno bajar,
Una mancha al honor.
¿Quién va a aplastarte el cerebro y
 se comerá tu corazón?

Las Obsesiones de Robert. Aberraciones y Blasfemias.

Rose knew that discuss would not serve anything, that Robert was looking for just an excuse to beat her, and was not prepared to be one number within the violence against women, until her husband could react Rose ran down the Hall and locked herself in her room, Robert banged the door as he insulted her, she silently stood to pray.

In answer to their prayers Robert was reassuring and declined to break down the door for assaulting the guilty of their ruin, when at Gaden House reigned again silence Rose again to feel the same sensations that felt strange sleep from the noise, but this time the unsettling voice not screaming, could listen to it like a whisper , a voice that prevented it from an errant abomination that had possessed Robert, a repetitive possession through the time to complete a loop of crime.

-How can I help you?

He asked Rose in a gesture despair, the friendly voice answered him that the solution to the demonic possession was written after some old wood in the back of the pantry of the Lady Mullygan, that there was a large portion of the solution to the psychological conflict of Robert, the other two portions would still remain hidden, in the heart of Robert and the other in her mind.

* Three Words *

I find myself lost in,
A world of nightmare,
In dark seas without life,
Sailing adrift and,
Hidden from the eyes of God.

I contemplate losing,
A heart of clay,
Still bleeding wound,
Howling from above and
The look of you soul.

Out of memory... regression,
With pain dissatisfaction,
With love satisfied,
With oblivion... premeditated.

Without destination... reincarnation,
Grudge infringement,
Flavored unsatisfied,
With noise... information.

Seeking a way out,
The brightness of a lens,
On dark nights without Moon,
Walking to nowhere and,
Delivered to the work of you.

I find myself lost in,
A world of nightmare,
In dark seas without life,
Sailing adrift and,
Hidden from the eyes of God.

Lucas Lazar. Telling Stories.

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* Tres Palabras *

Me encuentro perdida en,
un mundo de pesadilla,
en mares oscuros sin vida,
navegando a la deriva y,
oculta a los ojos de Dios.

Me contemplo vencida con,
un corazón de arcilla,
aún sangrando la herida,
aullando desde arriba y
en el alma la mirada de vos.

Sin memoria… regresión,
con dolor insatisfacción,
con amor satisfecho,
con olvido… premeditación.

Sin destino… reencarnación,
con rencor infracción,
con sabor insatisfecho,
con ruido… información.

Buscando una salida en,
el brillo de una lentilla,
en noches oscuras sin luna,
caminando hacia la nada y,
entregada a la obra de vos.

Me encuentro perdida en,
un mundo de pesadilla,
en mares oscuros sin vida,
navegando a la deriva y,
oculta a los ojos de Dios.

Lucas Lazar. Contando historias.

Rose had two options, run out and get away from that nightmare, or deal with the demon and save Robert.

It will continue to...

"Fear paralyzes and prevents danger, you fear the unknown, pain, loneliness, betrayal and death, fear is a feeling that reminds us that we are still alive and we must be at any time for one or other reason"

The Pantry of the Lady Mullygan.

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