Killer relative
�t was another boring afternoon in Thessaloniki,the damned city where I had to study for many years to come and so on and so forth...Anyways,I had absolutely nothing to do for a couple of months and time seemed to be passing in a most draggish way-excuse my language but I want to make a complete transfer of the atmosphere.To make things worse,I forgot to mention that it was fucking freezing winter time,which is even duller before Christmas ,unless you are in the mood for some trully silly lambioni-and-girlanda stuff events.A male friend of mine had just picked up the phone to invite me to another of what sounded like another I-want-to-be-a-total-show-off party.OK.Whats the harm,nothing to lose but precious time of my exquisite life.To make a boring and long story shorter,I won't get into details as far as preparing myself for the party is concerned.Never-the-less, I shouldn't fail to describe the final outfit that I chose to wear:blue-black blouse with three red dots under the left breast and dark blue velvet mini skirt with the darkest of green stockins.I can't remember the shoes,though...To go to the party,unfortunatelly,I had to get myself a taxi, so at about 11 in the evening,I was at a street called D...,freezing and waiting and getting frosted.For those of you who have run out of passion, wondering when the real stuff will appear,I'm afraid that the moment that has been anguishly waited for has finally arrived.But on the other hand,it hasn't.For I am a real mother nowadays and therefore I have to feed my baby right now and put him to sleep.Not to worry, though, for I make a solemn promise to return and give you the rest of my story as soon as my current obligations will allow.So, if I may be excused...
(part two)
As I was waiting impassiently, a black car pulled over at my front.Then a very boring conversation took place, but the drivers were finally convinced to get wasted, so I continued my desperate attempt to get en-taxied.Suddenly, a small white van drove by."I won't take it for the second time in the same night",I thought.But the driver got out, and needless to say, I got really scared.He walked at the end of the van and opened its back door.Partly because I had visual access and partly out of curiosity, I looked inside the truck.In fact,the driver himself was as if inviting me to see,pointing with his finger the interior of the car.So, half smiling, I looked.At the beginning, all I could see was a dark bulk, moving slowly, smelling sickness and decay.Then, out of the blue,all became clear to me-at least,as clear as it could get:it was a woman at rather mature age, lying on the floor of the van,bundled in dirty strips of clothing, trying to give birth to a child.I think that,although I was not,up to that time,close to the actual act of giving birth, the most repulsive aspect of the whole scene was yet to come:as getting born, the child in response was chewing and eating and cutting off large parts of his mother's abdomen,while the mother herself was patiently enduring the process of giving birth and at hte same time being killed in return.Then the door was shut for once more and the driver,smiling politely to me as if in compensation for what I saw, drove off.I stood moveless till a taxi came.I got in, but after a couple minutes of drive I asked him,please, to take me back to the initial point.I got out and waited at the same spot till dawn.Of course,the van never appeared again,not there, not anywhere.Never saw it in my dreams, never heard about anything similar by anyone.I think it was three days before Christmas, three years ago.But it might be just moments away from my presense and yours.
Thank you for reading-The End.
Instead of Post Scriptum:All the good luck to Haunted Eden.
Maria
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