posted on Aug, 5 2017 @ 12:50 PM
The newcomer and Reim entered the room. Wisdom settled on a three - legged stool next to
the scratched glass table, while the two boys together sat down on the small sofa at the other side. After a few quick jokes between her and the blond
guest, Reim got a more serious look, and hang in silence before cutting the conversation:
-We have to help him, Eli. - Reim turned to the already suspecting something Wisdom.
- Well tell me then! - she said with her puzzled open eyes smiling in the direction of
the young man who had just presented himself as Dennis and then lit herself one from the Lucky
Strike on the table.
- I'm from Stutgard. Reim tried to help me get rid of an unpleasant dream, the things you guys do, but We had a problem, so we came to Munich... to
you. He told me that you owned something that can stop all my nightmares. I really suffer, Eli... - begged the young boy.
-Wisdom. She quietly corrected him.
Dennis smiled, awaiting her true answer. Wisdom exhaled the smoke, then nodded
-I've been in trouble for a few months. - the boy' shoved his hands into his hair. - the problems started after I got a conscience stroke one
afternoon. I was right at the junction between the yellow Bakery and angel pharmacy in Stuttgart when the world turned or maybe I myself lost sane
reasoning for the enviroment. It was like falling into a dream... The passers-by literally degraded in front of my eyes and the pavement sank into the
The sky darkened and completely covered. After a moment I was transported, or rather pulled by some Power, and I stood in a dark hall, all of stone,
illuminated only by a few pits, where people were screaming, screaming for their lives. In the middle of the hall there was a lake of hellish fire,
and beyond it a high three meters of shadow, figure was giving snake moans that pierced my ears and soul.
Suddenly the creature felt me and stared into my eyes, starting to speaks in some ancient, incomprehensible language. I felt bound, as if I could not
move. The pain felt by the people burning on the pits suddenly began to flow into me. I would die every moment, but the time slowed and slowed down,
as if to suffer more. Then I woke up, floating above my body at the street. An ambulance had been arrived, and they were trying to bring me back. I
thought it was all over. Unfortunately, I was wrong...
Almost every night after I fell asleep, this dream was coming again. I experienced the pain of the martyrs, burning to death. I turned into a coffee
zombie, I did not wanted to see a bed or pillow. Then a friend told me he have heard of a man who could get rid of me of my paranoia...
-A curse. - Wisdom finished her cigar and continued - Maybe there's a way we can cure you, but... you'll need to go back there, Denis... to kill that