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Then I also hid it in the closet. As I thought, the next day he also disappeared. I stabbed the nanny with a knife. Hid it in the closet. She placed a trap under the layman's chair. Hid it in the closet. She hesitated a little, but set the dog on her mother, and, as always, hid it deep in the closet. They all disappeared the next day. As a result, I realized that there was very little left until the end of the experience.I would not like to be misunderstood, so I will clarify: I am not a murderer or a murderer. After all, no one ever died because of it, so that stigma is completely out of place here. And if this argument is not enough for you, I can add that I also did not move my mind.
There was something there that turned all existing hypotheses, all existing hopes, all existing myths upside down. The bizarre horizon that unfolded defied description, with no end or edge that could be associated with understanding, and therefore we stood rooted to the spot, feeling only that it was "different." In fact, any great goal has lost its meaning. And true immortality, and the right death, and the answer to the riddle - everything and everything turned into a farce and collapsed before our eyes. Although our intentions may have differed, our only common conviction, which is called supplication, had definitely turned into a different phase before that.
Despite the stopped heart, the teacher continued to convulse and gasp for air, and I, without stopping to apologize, put her in the closet. Of course, at that time I was not strong enough to carry an adult on me, so I called a servant, paid him money and asked for help. Such a crime is not masterfully planned, but I tried to leave evidence, anticipating further developments.As a result, the teacher was not in the closet the next day. Moreover, my accomplice servant also disappeared under the pretense of returning home. I became happier. The next day, I called a boy I knew from a young age into my room, after which I smashed his head with a flower vase. I chose him for the experience because he always offended me, but now I understand that he could be in love with me. If so, then it certainly suited him, and he is pleased with how significant our relationship has come out.
So I whispered softly to him. With a smile from ear to ear, calmly and elegantly."If you deign to stay in the closet, I will never do that again."You can guess the rest yourself - my father is still in my closet to this day. A little different than mother, but always, always, without any changes, remains there. There is no doubt that he was saved. Surpassed the pangs of death and became a model of a father who sacrificed himself for "love" in order to protect his daughter. As long as he is absorbed in this entertainment, even a god will not covet him for anything.
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