Gothic in Halloween

It was 21.30 on Halloween’s eve as I crossed the long entrance hall of the manor. I posed and then i went to the front door,opened it and stepped outside.

In the garden of manor it was cold and the wind blown between the branchs of a cypress,that alone and dark stayed in front me close to a marmoreus tombstone.

Unfortunately I didn’t see any inscriptions ,because much weed held the vision but I could read an epitaph :”Your leaving made us sad”.

I’ve heard by local people (the village named “Darkscrub Park”)about a stranges things around this celebration, neverthelees I wasn’t frightened I had my swiss knife,for defence by wilds animals.

I had moreover my sound recorder and I thought was excited try to record all possible sound and analyse it,for showing the esistance of spirits.But local people saw bad me for this enterprise.They wasn’t wrong,what pressed a business man,like me,to search ghost whispears?However I played the sound recorder and while the mechanism made a creaking slowly,I was drawn up by the old keeper and he told me to go away,because his lord couldn’t go here.

I went to hotel it was only 22.30 and I wasn’t tired therefore I started to analyse the the tape in low frequence for listening the sounds.During the listen the light put out and from the recorder I perceived a strange sound,not definite,neuter who syllabified with difficoulty <<”H....He....Helpppppp....F....Freeee...Meeeee”>>.By now I was here without breathe ,in front me the darkness, only the red light of machine lighted partially the face.In a moment I heard..Toc Toc..somebody knocked the door.The door slowly was opened by a man.<>He was the manservant. I lied down the bed and I try to sleep but without success,my mind continued to listen voice.

The next morning I went to Mr.Winehouse’es home for talking about business.The place as well day was spectral: in corridors there were more painting and much silence.I re-met the old keeper,who had drawn me up,and this announced me to his lord my presence.

After having seen a sculpure on the desk who had form of a chimera I asked about the chimera and he responded he had been very attractive by the mitological animal since he was a child,then I started to speak with Mr.Winehouse about my company but he noticed my tiredness and asked me why I was so tired.I didn’t want to tell my esperience like this I said I was very tired for the work travel but it was like he didn’t believe in me.

I was very excited because I was talking with a boss of a great metallurgic company very profitable who in the last 30 years dominated this sector,before 1980 Mr.Winehouse divided the society with an another chief Antony Warnock ,who disappered in mystereus circumstances.

During the conversation Mr.Winehouse apologized and went away,I stayed here and noticed an old book.Oddly I started to strip the leaves and I saw a note and I discovered a proof who incriminated Mr.Winehouse for the presumed kill of Antony Warnock.The kill of Warnock was necessary because the victim found his member stole money from the factory and he wanted denunce the crimin to police.The body was buried in Family Winehouse’s chapel for don’t get alarm anybody.Therefore this voice was of ... .I was discovered in flagrant by Mr.Winehouse and with a mistereous ospitality invited me to follow him.I was terrified by this behaviour and moved back until my feet butted against something ,I felt a stroke on the head and felt faint.

I woke up in a dark room and tied up a chair dressed with an unknown stuff, there was a smell of death. The chamber was illuminated and I saw an orrible show : tortureous machines,blooded baldes and then animal heads and limbs.

Closed in a box-room,no exit ,prisoner not of a criminal but of a mad psicopatic,he was ready to kill and dissect me for his fun, I was taken by a great sense of despair.

When I saw his shape I removed the fear and took the swiss knife for cutting secretally the rope.The man stopped in front me with a blade and confessed the omicide and having dress again the chair with Warnock’s skin opportunally conserved,at last he was happy saying me my head could be wonderful on his new”creature” like a new chimera.

I could cut the rope,he tried to bit me,the rope confused him and I bit to his heart and fell down,after a low agony died.The old keeper saw the death lord ,made crazy and screaming cut his veins. I was alive, my breath was a little animated in front of my eyes the materialization of madness.

The police arrived just for seeing the orrible scene and recovering the bodies,asking me the dinamic,policemen considered me a lucky man and they was agree.

Days later I revisited the garden all was normal and yet there was a sort of strange atmosphere and I heard a whispear say :<>.

Leonardi Luca