The CATAVENTO MAN

The MAN CATAVENTO Part 3

The MAN CATAVENTO Party. 3

The noise gets closer, closer, more chilling. Was so close that it seemed I could hear his breathing, the slow steps he approached my room, hid under the blanket, seemed safer there. Until my respiration was heavier, my heart was beating so hard that the beating broke all silence. And then, all was calm. I do not hear any more noise outside of my room, I convinced myself gradually that perhaps it was only my fear, playing tricks on me. After all, the house was locked, I left under the covers still afraid, I thought that if I quickly pulled the blanket from my head and looking directly at the door, the fear would go away. So I did and when I looked at the door of my room, it was him, stopped, looking at me, he held a catavendo in one of the hands. My heart seemed to come from the mouth and blocking any sound that I tried to issue, then I went back under the covers. I heard her footsteps approaching my bed, he stopped, his hand gripped the edge of my blanket and slowly withdrawing the about me. My legs did not respond I wanted to run but I could not. '' --- Boby? Boby! '' It was Mom calling for my father in the next room, the man weathervane dropped my blanket, just my eyes out, I saw his silhouette moving away from the back of the room, I heard the room door slamming. Mom came running seconds later, she hugged me.

--- Son this okay? What happened?

--- He was mother here, I'm so scared. Please do not leave me alone.

--- We just this frightened child, have not as someone in here, we would have heard the noise. I was worried about you, your father was in the bathroom then she runs off. Come, come my son will sleep with us from today.

Mommy said no one could get into my room, but it seems that she did not believe it. She left my room was in front leading, my blanket and pillow. I put on my slippers and I began to walk out of the room, I heard a noise at the window, looked like someone throwing small stones, scared but curious, I decide to approach me without opening the window. When I looked down from the window, was Tomy, one of the last missing child, he held a weathervane, was badly hurt, the trembling hands, his face signs of aggression, he turned around and started walking, since it was after midnight, the streets were deserted, everyone was at home, he crossed the street, looked one last time for me and kept on going. Tomy was the only chance to answer that we could have, I would have to follow it. (To be continued)

By. Vilmar Ramos