16 February 2013
All I wanted was to see him one more time. To see his face again. But it was to late. He was gone. How could I find him here, in a city I never been in, in a country I never been in, in a world I never been in. How? All I wanted was to now. They tock him and I new that every person who stand up for him self would die a torturous death. All I needed to now was how to find the house in the end of the woods. But I was all alone. It was like nobody herd me or saw me. It was the most terrified in my hole life. I have always been a person that everybody listened to. Now even when I begged they didn't even look at me. But what was that? I saw how a little figure standing on the end of the rode. It just stood there and watched all the people. When I'm came closer I saw that is was a little girl. She had a white princesses dress on. The top of it was gray of all dust .She had dragged the dress through the woods for the synthesis of the part that were to long. It was all black of the dirty water and it was stuck leaves and pine needles on it. I sat in front of her. She was still staring at the road. I said:
-What are you looking at? She didn't answer but she turned her eyes toward me. Then of my surprise, she took her
hands around my throat and did not let her hard grip. She said in a low voice:
- The house stands alone, but is waiting for you there. it is waiting to be found to get a knock on the door to hear the laughter and running, waiting to be fooled to kill to bleed it's ready.
The House With Mirrors Part:1 • Opuss № I