Zibaë, the mysteries of the other world volume 1: Ghosts of the past

3-Rosalie: Meeting with friends

The twilight sun announces the end of the afternoon. I take out my phone to get a clear idea of ​​how much time we have left before the curfew begins. Six o clock. Alex and Clara better hurry; only three hours left before the streets become completely deserted.

Growing impatient, my gaze scans the surroundings. I inspect the bright fuchsia pink neon sign of the bar; in front of which I wait for my friends. "The cave of drunkenness". With a name like that; I understand why Alex arranged to meet us here. He particularly likes these kinds of bad places.

It reminds me of the phone call this morning; which he never stopped pestering me the day before, so that I would pass it on to him. Unable to get out of bed, by himself! "I'm really stupid to do him this kind of favor! Especially since I am convinced that it is not even to look for a job, but rather to carry out its trafficking!"

Seized by the winter cold of mid-December, I decide to go inside and warm up. "Too bad, they'll join me," I said to myself.

By opening the old wooden double door; I almost missed a step. I didn't expect to find stairs when I opened the door. Especially since the abysmal darkness of the place doesn't help much. I would almost suspect the owner of having dubious commercial relations with hospitals.

Once I have recovered from my surprise, I go down the flight of stairs, then cross a kind of dark and macabre tunnel. In the distance, bawling laughter and clinking glasses reach my ears. Continuing to move forward, trying to avoid bumping into the stone walls, a light finally appeared at a fork in the road.

"What sordid place have you taken us to again, Alex?!" I turn to the left, where the laughter and the light come from. A sign says "Bar". You surprise me; You can tell just by looking at the place. Most of the customers are already almost done, barely able to stand up, while making incoherent comments.

On the plus side, I go pretty much unnoticed. Seeing a free table in a corner, I head straight for it. Starting to regret coming, I wait for Alex and Clara to deign to show up. Knowing them, I won't be surprised to learn that they've gotten themselves into trouble again.

However, the next five minutes prove me wrong. I see Alex arrive, his nonchalant gait. His mid-length auburn hair is blowing in the wind. He joins me and takes a chair, where he literally flops down, as he would if it were a couch.

-Wow, I'm exhausted!

Coming from him, starting a conversation in such a casual manner is quite normal.

-Hello, to you too.

Ignoring my retort, he straightens up in his seat, looking around.

-She hasn't arrived yet, Clara?

-According to you?!

Before my childhood friend responds, I attack him directly on the subject that is close to my heart.

-I hope you're not planning on counting on me to wake you up tomorrow morning; because you can brush yourself, old man!

-No, don't worry. Sleeping in will become routine for me from now on!

-What do you mean by that?

At my troubled expression, Alex smirks mischievously, which only reinforces my suspicions about him.

-Alex, what have you gotten yourself into now?

Before he could explain, a cheerful voice spoke.

-So, did it work?

Looking up, I see Clara. Her hazel eyes are fixed on Alex. The latter, apparently delighted that she asked him the question, quickly answers:

-Like clockwork!