He woke up at seven o'clock. Looking worried, he stared at the door.
He had a dream again. He saw himself in a half-dark room with stone walls that had a light in the left and none in the right. After some time screaming for help, he saw himself in his hotel room.
He was stunned. He was drenched in sweat and horror. And then he heard someone's footsteps coming up the floor. So, he quickly stood up and hid beside the door.
Suddenly someone slides the door hardly. His big left hand came in first and then the right with a sharp knife shining by the sun rays coming from the window.
The man was standing in the doorway. Ricardo was unable to see his face; he was only staring hard at the knife. He was afraid to make any silly mistake and get his life at risk.
The man glanced around the room, stepped forward, and turned his neck towards Ricardo.
He narrowed his eye and said in a deep threatening voice, "come down," lifting the knife above his shoulder and pointing towards the staircase.
Ricardo was shaking out of fear, "please, don't kill me." He slightly looked up, and suddenly everything turned black.
He was horrified and thrilled. He tried to move, but something caught him. The man was holding him by his big arms.
Ricardo struggled and tried to free himself, but he was not strong enough to break his grip.
The man suddenly began to drag him downstairs. He was able to feel the pain because of the uneven bumps on the stairs that hit his spine every time the stranger went one step down but could not react, as if he went into a coma.
Suddenly, he heard a splash. It took him no time to realize that he was drowning. He tried to move but couldn't. He felt like an iron block that can do nothing but drown deep to the bottom. He could only feel the cold waves counting his last seconds.
As the water in his lungs pushed his chest forward, he felt diluted and began to rise.
Suddenly he opened his eyes. He tried to breathe, but his lungs were full of water.
All he could see was a big Chinese palace in front of him, and suddenly everything turned black with a spooky sound in his ears.
He woke up with his eye wide open and vomited beside his bedsheet.
His heart was beating heavily and with his eyes full of fear he murmured,
"Hing..."
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The Tomb of Sins
Ficção HistóricaRicardo is a young man, 24 years of age; he lives alone in a cheap flat. He works in customer service at a small company. He is hearing some strange sounds and names for about a week. When he finds about it, he was horrified. Later he finds that who...
