The Song of a Dead Night

Silence reigned in the room lit in a night that would not repeat. Such a dark night. A sad and heavy night. There she was, right in the middle of the room. Recalling his life. Fleeting and intermittent memories. Echoes of images that come and go, laughter and cries echoing in her ears. Breathing. The sound of wind violent attempts to enter through a tiny slot in the large window that reveals so decrepit empty but beautiful night. Unique night. Are eyes that look out from the bushes and judge every movement of the lady of the house? Are malevolent laughs that tease from the inflamed walls of the house? Is the gloomy darkness who screams orders?

All kinds of noise crowded into a hellish symphony, just into Samantha's ears, who was laying on the ground, feeling the heat of adrenaline throughout the body except in her frost left hand. Even she could hear whispers, dead languages ​​that made their way through the ear canal of the collapsed woman. Heart pounding could be heard throughout illuminated part, lost volume and weakness in the gloom.

Hum, heartbeat, breathing, whispers, laughter, tears, screams and even silence could be heard that night, everything joined forces and gained power. It was a song ... A track ... A work of art ... Death was clothed in life ... It was beautiful ... it was a beautiful expression for the dark, to the unknown, evil, death and innocence.

All imploded in an irritating screech end up drowning in the vast ocean of silence. A silence that lasted an eternal moment, which led to a sad, sadistic and beautiful piano piece. Someone was playing a beautiful way of death from an angelic instrument. Full of fear and tears in her heart, Samantha stood. Someone was playing the piano downstairs. Samantha walked slowly up the stairs, she could feel the lack of life into each gelid step.

The beautiful sonata was in its orgasmic phase where everyone could feel death fucking without forgiveness with life.

A peaceful and dead, but ironically alive, dark voice emerged from the side of Samantha.

"Do you really want to go? Do you want to go down and enjoy the sonata of death?"

"Who are you?" Asked Samantha

"Me? I'm just a special guest at this great event"

The woman took steps that drew delicate femininity, a virginal innocence. It was an elegant young lady, brought all the most beautiful dress ever created ... Her nakedness. It was excitement and shyness, orgasm and virginity. It was life and death.

"Why are you naked?"

"The human body is only a suit, a stupid costume."

The woman was walking toward Samantha, who was on the edge of the top step. Not surprisingly, the piano stopped. Everything was silent.

"Thanks for depriving me of life"

Confusion seized every rigid pore of Samanta

"What are you talking about?"

"Do not you recognize me? I am your abortion. I am the daughter you could have"

"No ... this is not real ..."

"I've met so many wonders. I have seen them but I have not lived them. It's like a movie. I've seen your life. I felt the sadness clouds that your tears prevent you to see the happiness you have in your hands"

Applause and praise were made on the ground floor. Samantha did not even hesitate to look away from the beautiful woman manifested. The piano soon began screaming in a beautiful sound, in gorgeous way, the piano was yelling the human suffering.

"Do you really want to attend? Want to enjoy the sound of a dead night? The final act is starting"

"What are you doing here?" Samantha's voice lost strength, like her heart

"You invited us"

"Samantha" From the abyss, a male, but weak voice was born

That voice ... It meant a void in Samantha. The owner of that tone and words representing feelings, was an explosion inside the woman. Tears could not take refuge lower eyelid rough. The pain river flowed over Samantha's pale cheeks, she was with broken voice trying to understand the situation

"No ... you are not ... this is not ..."

"There are so many things I could not tell you in life"

Samantha late husband appeared naked in front of her ... He broke away and entered the personal space of his former wife. He stroked her cheek with a coolness worthy of his hidden status of putrefaction.

"One of that tings ... is that I love you as you can't imagine"

"You are not real"

"In your reality, we are not ... Just as love is an energy that was not made for humans. I understand in this state and although I felt for you, that love shouldn't exist. Until now"

"And you're not coming back, right?" She asked relying on hot tears

"I'm afraid not"

"Mommy," naked girl asked "you'll be away for long?"

Samantha opened her eyes ... The icy wind silently ran his warm bare back. All noise faded out and she could only enjoy the ongoing sonata of death in perfect company with her weak beats ... It was a beautiful piece of music offered from a dead night. A work that culminated in silence. The last note, the shot that would make eternal the sad smile of Samantha.