- Caesar, you're crazy!
air screamed not caring that it looked strange passerby during his bumpy road back home, knowing that could be hiding anywhere Caesar with a knife he had stolen. Feared for his life and felt his heart beat fast. Each time he felt the footsteps of someone coming to him, it was inevitable turn and verify that indeed, they were not following his footsteps. That sense of paranoia was unbearable, but in this case, it was necessary to react in the best way to the contingencies that had been presented recently. Yes, that was the knife that had been looking for and for which, a few weeks ago, Camil had asked. The sky was gray, as usual had no Albacete image without gray sky and all his memories took him back to a plain dark and winter cold, waiting for the rain. Now the storm was about to begin and, finally, was something he detested.
saw a shadow go running to his side. It was Caesar, who ran barefoot through the Avenue of Spain, knife in hand, smiling.
- Hey, Andrew. Reach out.
- Caesar, wait!
- Well, come and get me.
- Shit He cried in anguish.
Caesar's footsteps were marked on the cement from one moment to another, had lost its texture. He felt his feet began to sink as if it were mud and all passers disappeared in an instant. The city again was silent and there was no way to stop the strange events which had witnessed, for more than scream, just received the echo of his voice, which, at best, rattled the window of one of the nearby buildings. The shadow of a woman came to the balcony and, from above, looking at him with a smile, while transient pants began to soak up the color of cement each time it melted faster.
- Poor boy laughed. Has been the victim of his own spells.
Andrew watched the woman from the floor in which was stuck to the ankles, without understanding a word of what this woman had said. Without wasting time, continued scrolling through the cement, moving as quickly as possible to reach the corner of the park, where Caesar was playing with the knife, throwing it in the back passers who walked neglected, without noticing their presence.
- Stop doing that, Caesar. You're crazy!
- Have not you noticed, Andrew? They do not see that I exist. Will I see you alone. Would be another of your fantasies?
- Do not move.
when they reached the corner, was drenched in sweat. He leaned against the wall of a building to rest, while Caesar laughed with the knife, threatening to throw against him at any time. Only then he realized that the cement of the sidewalk of the Avenue of Spain was in complete order, as if no one had walked there. Andrew found his pants and saw that they were completely clean, as if they were using for first time after being washed. On the balcony were the same woman, watching him with a phone in hand. Was afraid they were calling the police or someone, and had noticed that he had thought crazy.
- Who is crazy, Andrew? You should care about yourself. Do not you realize what you do.
- Who are you to come give me sermons?
- The voice of conscience of your actions, my friend, Caesar laughed, taking the knife edge, with restless eyes of Andrew.
- Stop doing that at once!
- Why? I told you I'm a ghost, "Cesar continued laughing.
- What do you want?
- What do you think ...
Caesar ran back toward the park. Andrew crossed the street quickly, without realizing that a car coming down the road. Reacted only with the huge horn of the car managed to stop in time, should hear the curses of the driver in this regard. His friend ran fast enough to go at his pace, so that in just a moment, saw the gleam of the knife that was already on the tip of the park. He was very agitated, but I knew I had to run and try to capture Caesar before he could commit some folly. Would it be a good option to call the police? He took the phone from his pocket, but found that, strangely, was not covered, so had no choice but to go after the thief's knife.
Inside the Park looked like a microcosm Abelardo foreign Ahumada Albacete: the green of the trees still calling although attention was not the first time I visited. It was inevitable recall some walks in the rain, trying to shelter under trees, so obviously futile. The interior of the enclosure was covered in white, as if snowed all day. Andrew looked at his back: the rest of the city was covered with clouds, but no snow. He looked back into the park and began walking on the snow, which was pressing on as she walked on, leaving their footprints.
- Caesar please, finish your game.
felt the movement of the leaves of a tree. He looked skyward and saw a shadow disappear. He went to the branch and found that someone had stepped on. He walked slowly and gave a bare footprint with a small spot of blood on the floor. Surely, Caesar would have realized that he did know of that foot injury that despite the passage of time, refused to heal completely and, from time to time, returned to bleed. Followed the tracks and found himself hit with Caesar, shivering, clutching the knife. He walked slowly to give a hand, but reacted violently against him, attacking him with the gun.
- Get away from here, Cesar. I've had enough.
- I will not leave you here and in these conditions. In addition, you have my knife and want it back.
- Now you want it back? For I seen not let you have imported into my house a week ago.
- I have not stopped, you stole it.
- I see you still do not fall due. Bad, Andres, very bad. It may be late when you realize everything. You'd better stop.
Andrés heard footsteps approaching and turned to see: there was nobody. When he looked back to Caesar, this was no longer place.
- Caesar, come here!
- No, Andrew, please. I have not done anything.
- Come here, I said.
- Andrew, no-cry of Cesar, oddly, was pleading. A sharp and painful cry from someone who was suffering.
was perplexed and felt his blood run cold. Then came to his senses: Caesar's, and would be heading to his apartment, waiting for the right moment to attack. It was the only explanation for the disappearance of the knife after that party that he could not remember much. Yes, Caesar was the robber's knife and now had gone mad. Why not answer telephone calls and wanted to install an atmosphere of mystery around his alleged disappearance. Why had not wanted open the door, so the rotting food as if it had been in the house. So they look untidy, as if his body was decomposing. It was all an invention! And now should already be waiting in the hall of his apartment, knife in hand, perhaps threatening Camil.
- Camil! "He suddenly remembered and pulled out his phone. Shit, Camil, answer!
The phone was recovered signal, for his good fortune, however, marked several times to be referred to voice mail. He kicked the ground to express their rage and ran towards the park towards normality in the city. Then found that the park was not covered with snow as he had seen at first nor had bloody footprints: the only existing prints they had left were marked their shoes when entering.
entered your building running and waited for the arrival of the elevator, which was only 1 floor above. When the elevator came down and opened his door, he found it was broken glass and stained with blood. Quickly entered and dialed your plant, feeling the blood clung to time stepping. Held her breath, seeing a huge blood stain moving toward him. He closed his eyes: it was all in your head, I was going crazy. Surely, opening the door, find that everything was in perfect order, as when he had left. Nothing bad was happening and, perhaps, Caesar was right to talk about his constant paranoia.
When he opened the door, held her breath and noted that everything was in order. He closed the door shaking hands. The idea of \u200b\u200bbeing face to face with Caesar was something I was terrified, knowing I could happen.
- Camil ", are you?
His voice was choked by fear. He stepped forward and held his breath. In his mind whirling images of the body of Camil being torn apart, slowly, the robber's knife. I was afraid to meet the body pieces scattered around the room, with Caesar waiting to do the same.
- Camil!
entered the room and saw that everything was in order as he had left when leaving. For several days that was met with Camil, but had to be there. Suddenly heard footsteps coming down the aisle.
- What's the matter, man?
- 're here, "a sigh of relief.
- Sure, man. Coming.
Andrew stood near the television, his back to the hallway. Suddenly heard footsteps approaching him. Not enough to turn around the moment when, suddenly, he fell to his knees, everything went black. Heard in the distance, a smile that looked familiar.
- Again, Andrew, has been victim of your own follies. The real question is if it ever coming to fall again.
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