thursday march 17, 2011

The basket of the Devil: The Forgotten

The creaking of the printing machines that could overshadow even those of a rat
in agony. But the more the customers in that town, including the surrounding reg
ions, the owner was a young man was hard to tell the 30 years I had ...
Rather, it seemed of 25 with that baby face that had great appeal among women an
d therefore is not married to one, by inheritance his parents left the business,
which had to learn to drive when you decided to spend his last days Miami. That
day was a holiday so no one had gone to work but have taken to conduct an inven
tory of the premises, had telephoned to Maggie, the redhead from the cafeteria .
.. his new conquest would be there in three hours, I was so absorbed in the inve
ntory to slow to notice the noise from ... Where? It was then when I leave the b
ook and took the gun hidden in his desk - who's there? In response only got the
same buzz, continued his slow steps trying not to make noise, and was reviewing
it piece by piece without success, sharpened senses trying to locate the source
of those sounds, hit his ear against the wall until repaired in the old printing
works for more than 30 years had left by the wayside corner of the business and
what you hear so stunned immediately and follow the sound that put him just bel
ow the machine and apparently was a voice ... Human! - 2526 jumped about burrito
s ... 2527 jumped about burritos ... Charlie pulled a start in that quarter, slo
wly approaching again to listen - 2530 burritos ... - Damn it! And Charlie - the
re's someone down there! - Smiled nervously - heh, heh heh! He recalled that the
tools were in the den of back and ran for a shovel and a pick, quickly began th
e task almost instantly stopping the buzz cut in its work and also asked would y
ou have guessed? E shovel rang against the floor three times getting three knock
s - friend, I'll hold you! Half an hour later, Charlie came to a goal ... the pl
ace only had a light bulb lit up a room despite being humble was clean, he had a
hole and apparently was connected to the main drain, a wooden table, a chair, a
n old bed, a mirror, a hill garbage in the opposite corner and a tube about four
inches in diameter which provided oxygen to the interior of the camera, so deep
was his remark that startled by the appearance of an old damaged hair, bald sem
i-damaged teeth lack of hygiene, extending his wrinkled hand with dirty fingerna
ils into the - Robert Sheldon ... but you can call me Bobby, some parts of frigh
t responded - Charlie ... Charles McCarthy - is not like a cup of tea Charlie ..
. Charles? Although you do not believe I have the footage of hot and cold water
here - only that I ensure that I lowered the terror and promises a talk to clari
fy this -! Oh, of course! Began serving the steaming tea in a china cup - has mu
ch to do not talk to anyone ... many years - Ah, thanks! This is hot! - Of cours
e! The only way to enjoy a good hot tea does not it? - This is but ... How is it
that says it takes years here? - If I survived so long is because an anonymous
person sent me this food through the tube and tried to communicate with someone
but with the noise of printing that is almost impossible and then start counting
sheep for not despair - but how you got here? -Well ... while approaching chatt
ed around the table where Charlie left the tools and took the pickaxe without hi
m noticing - as you're McCarthy, do not you? "The only son of Anton McCarthy? -
Yes, but we have to do with it? - Almost nothing, the press started when I got t
ogether the capital until a day came this vague ... his father, help him dress a
nd eat well and to let him spend any money to make partner until I cheated on my
wife cursed the two planned to take my business and that no trace of their crim
e decided to lock me up here until I rot if they signed the document granting th
em possession of it was on that anniversary dinner when my wife, your mother, I
got drunk and Anton came when I realized it was too late as I had no strength to
defend myself - here His voice cracked, otherwise you know I've been here for a
lmost 30 years - that's a lie! Charlie turned to pounce on Bobby, who embed a fa
st-moving peak in the skull of this, leaving an outpouring of blood on the body
that issued his final reflections on the floor. Almost three hours had passed si
nce Charles, had called the waitress when the old man just put the old printing
press where he was, on his home in recent years. Out of the store ran into Maggi
e, in the street and greeting - good night is this Charlie? - Good night beautif
ul, I do not know, but if you are waiting for you to be dead sure of anxiety - t
hanks, but apparently does not think the same as you and I see no light in your
office, you better go do not you want me drive you somewhere? - I appreciate it,
but I am a long journey to make a. .. Miami - oh, I envy! Then you later - bye.
And the old man began to walk down that dark road ... - A sheep jumping the fen
ce ... two sheep jumping the fence ...