PHQ-Nickname:
LordAsriel
Halfquake:
Garbage Fort
Level:
17
Total kills:
378,946
Birthday:
May 20th 1991
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| Mood: | weird |
| Type: | Story |
| Added: | December 19th 2005, 17:21:13 |
| Visits: | 1364 |
| Rating: | Not rated yet. |
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Description:
This is a story I wrote some time ago in college. It isn't very good and my translation hasn't helped, but there you go.
Oh, and it is quite long, so if you don't want to read it, it doesn't matter. I just like publishing it.
See ya. |
In his room, a little piece of space without any luxury more than the needed, August woke up. He had been sleeping since the moment in which, exhausted because of revising endless works from his pupils, he had left himself fell on his bed. Rarely in his thirty-something years of teaching he had arrived late at his shift in the mornings, and this time, though the last one, wouldn't be the exception. That day would be the first in his new charge as a teacher in the nocturn shift in the ancient college in which he teached, and he just needed to go that morning to put the things in order for other teachers. Although he wasn't in need of bigger incomes and his work amount was quite sufficient, the college autorities wanted someone trustable, with experience; or at leaste those were their arguments. His own suspicions were that there weren't many aspirants, because of the fact that the salary was almost miserable. However, he had acceded without many argues.
In an almost authomatic way, he went out of the bed, got dressed and went down to the kitchen. He prepared his fast and accustomed breakfast and walked to college. Its structure was of a colonial kind and it had two wings, east and west, and a front. It gave the impression of a magnifency that had survived all the penuries from the pass of time, and that would survive for many years yet. However, its decadence appeared here and there in the shape of moss, cracks and dampness, which seemed to be the hangmen of the building.
He arrived there impeccably punctual, he signed his shift and went into the first of the endless classes of the day. The pupils were just fine in his opinion; none of them too bright, none of them to annoying. The whole of them was a curious shade of mentalities that would never lose his common opinion, and some time ago, when he was young, he had been interested in analizing their behaviours; but not any more, his mind needed concentrating more to include each time less.
In the morning, August returned some works he had revised, he excused himself for the ones he hadn't, dictated some excercises and took a test or two. Passed midday he had lunch with some of his coleagues, and then he resumed the cycle. In the end of the day he was almost exhausted, but after a fast dinner he felt he was prepared for his shift. There was only another professor at night and he would leave home just an hour before himself. Inside the classroom, August introduced himself tersely and the class began. More than once he needed calling the group's attention, for this was showing itself much more dispersed and heedless than the ones he had had during the day. He supposed it was because of the sense of freedom that the night brought, but that was no reason to treat them any better and he was just about using disciplinary sanctions.
The shift was over just a few minutes to midnight. August dismissed the pupils, picked up his documents and went out to the street. He breathed pleasantly the fresh nocturn air and before going home he gave a last look to the institute. Suddenly, something called his attention, causing in him such strangeness that he lost all his sleepiness in a second. Some red lights were fluctuating from a classroom window in the second floor of the East wing. August thought that the teenagers from his course were playing a joke on him in the best possibility and causing destructions in the worst one, but he couldn't help feeling a shiver that run over his spine while looking at those red points which, like eyes, observed him from up there. In spite of his dreads, he entered the college firmly, went upstairs and to that particular classroom.
Even before entering the classroom it was clear to August that the lights had gone. He turned on the electric ones and revised carefully the windows, but he couldn't find any proofs as to indicate the joker's identity. He listened carefully to see if he could recognize the sound of his escape, but also then he ended disappointed; if the joker was indeed in the surroundings, his steps were so careful that they were camouflaged in the sound of the wind. "Until", August thought, "he is hidden in the college itself". He preferred not to think much of the business and relate to the watchman what had happened next day.
The watchman, a man named Patrick Smith, showed interest on the matter, and offered himself to accompany August next night. He attended the course and when it ended he accompany him to the street, where they turned around and looked carefully at the building. In effect, the lights appeared, this time in another classroom of the second floor. Without loosing any time, both men went up stairs and into the classroom. This time they could observe how the lights ran away from them by the stairs in the opposite side of the college. August tried to focus them with his lantern, but he could just see the shadows running away from his steps. Resigned to the fact that the jokers had escaped, he and Smith entered the classroom. They revised carefully the floor and windows. Then, Smith found something curious. "Professor!", he exclaimed, "This guys were certainly bored as to come to drink Chinese tea at these hours.". August stooped next to Smith and looked at what the old watchman had catalogue as tea fibres. " on't be ingenuous, Smith", he told him, "This is nothing but drugs".
Next morning both men informed the college authorities. These ones coincided that they should act. Police was contacted immediately and they started a nocturnal guard in front of the building, a one that August insisted on accompanying. However, for two weeks the guilty party didn't showed up. Finally, on Friday, the lights were seen in a classroom on the second floor. The police started running there when in an opposite classroom more lights appeared, followed by many others in many windows. The police, followed by August, divided itself into two groups which, going upstairs by opposite stairs, managed to corral the students. Checking the classrooms one by one they caught them. August joined them and entered a classroom located more or less in the middle of the college.
Two red lights turned around to see him. Something in their way of doing so confused August. He made them a gesture as to tell them to go out, and they walked slowly to where he was standing. Then he reacted; what had confused him was the fact that the lights had turned as if in fact they both had been on a same axis, as if in fact they were both a pair of…
He made a step back, but the eyes reached him violently as a grotesque, inhuman hand showed itself under the weak moon beams. Terror paralyzed August so that he could not find strengths not even to scream. The indescribable breath that went out of the… of the creature, plus the infernal image of ashes over its figure, were enough as to make him lose his conscience.
When he woke up, he found himself lying on the grass, being inspect by the police doctor. They told him that the smoke from the drug combustion made him have hallucinations and temporal lost of conscience. He assented in silence. He asked if they had managed to get the students. They answered that yes, they had been captured, literally, with their hands on the mass, and that just a pair of classrooms, including the one where August was found, were empty.
August rose and left quickly to his home. Multitude of questions assaulted his mind. It seemed to him completely unlikely for him to have had hallucinations in a classroom where there had been no one smoking, and where in any case the windows were open. Next day he presented his renounce to the college authorities, arguing that he was at retirement age and that he didn't think in returning teaching. However, since then and till the end of his days, he had the certain that infernal forces had intervened in the students' ecstasy, and he couldn't breathe the cool air of night without thinking in those fury eyes, coming closer from darkness… |
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