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Why he's doing this? We've burred him in the Christian way. We put iron fens around his grave, and painted the house so he didn't recognize it.
-That is nothing, said loud the young man who open the door to us, so long the candle burn... , and then he looked on the window. He take the ax with one hand and a burning brunch from the stove, he went out swearing:
-You feeble candle, you have to...
We wait for him a wail, I do not know if there were minutes or hours, because a fall asleep, I was wakeup by the voices of the woman's.
-Well, if he didn't come by know, he wills never going to came.
The old woman left her head down looking to the floor, the air was becoming colder and colder.
-You go into the attic and bring the garlic to anoint the door and windows, said the young woman with tears in her eyes.
The old women climb the wood stair and from above ropes of garlic started to fall down on the floor. When the last one felt down, we heart a scream that make my and Alex to squat in each other by fear. It looks like up stair was a fight going on, soon all was finished and the only think we can hear was the heavy steps of a man.
The young woman that already picked up the garlic ropes which felt down from the attic put them to around her neck and she begin to anoint the door.
In the house a grave silence set in, even the wind breeze stopped. Ales and I were shaking in a room corner holding a cross in my hand which I always carry at my neck. There were just few hours till dawn.
I was preying in my mind, the fire was clacking the last logs and the gas lamps slowly lower there light. I felt down in a heavy torpor and I am not sure if I was dreaming but it looks like in the door the specter appear and he looked inside the with big, dark eyes escaped from there orbits.
Towards morning I wake up rested, I had a good sleep. Alex dozes in a corner of the bed. The house was empty. We run as fast as we could from there to the meadow road and from there to the grannies house. Later that day our grandmother tell us about the people who stayed isolated in the heart of the forest, they have heavy sins which made the old man died without soul peace.
We agree not to tell anyone about that cold night of December, maybe because nobody will believe us, but the moral of this story is more important for the young lads.
That is way I write down this words at the near end of my good Christian life.