Post by dxrkonwo9 on Feb 21, 2012 6:45:24 GMT
Silent Hill in the dim light of the brewery, its atmosphere of 
intimacy and relaxation ocher, favored ribald conversations. Vincent and his friends had opened the night talking about bizarre stories bizarre and forgetfulness. Andrea said she, one evening, his mother was engrossed watching a movie in a scene when it started to rain and she got up like a spring of running couch to remove clothing from the clothesline. John recalled a day, distracted, bit the glass soda bottle he held in his left hand instead of the sandwich that was on the right. One of his incisors still had notch.
The night progressed from bowls of nuts and empty glasses trimmed foam. The conversation took a turn grim when Vincent took one of his favorite themes: that of the grave.
- Have you not heard the story that a funeral in which a mobile phone rang in the coffin? It's great. Apparently she left the phone on dead inside his jacket and closed the lid, forgot there ...
- That's an urban legend, a man interrupted Miriam. Like the guy who visited a cemetery at night and had a heart attack scare that led to enganchársele raincoat on a branch sticking out of the ground. These are stories that spread by word of mouth. Have always said that happened to a friend of a friend, but nobody lives in the flesh.
- Well, who cares? Vincent replied. In the end, what matters is that they are good stories. All we can invent a legend of these and have it to believe someone. It is also not impossible to occur. Imagine, for example, which buries a guy on the phone and receive calls until the battery runs out ... Well I swear that this happened to a distant relative of mine ...
In a move reminiscent of a cat in heat, Miriam Vincent grabbed the arm between joyful and anxious, throwing a little cry at the same time revealing his desire not to be scared and feel the pleasure if you violated your desire. The pain caused him nails digging into the skin further fueled Vicente:
- Yes, really ... And the people have the sound woke the neighbors dead and terrorized the solitary walkers ...
Vincent could not contain an outbreak of nasal laughter. He paused and drained his beer. The look in his eyes sarcastically allowed to guess a mind firing on all cylinders to combine pieces of reality and absurdity for any occurrence that the morbid reaction enardeciese Miriam. Before we shall find, however, Julio would turn the conversation to the realms of the foul and, with his usual impudence, brought up the stories of foreign doctors remove some of the sphincter of patients. But what was hilarious was his reference to the joke that some spend their friends by sending a text message like this: "We have installed on your phone an incoming call by vibrating. Introdúzcaselo in the year and we will be phoning all night. "
Suddenly, as they turned off the short laugh collective action by July had caused, all warned that John was a long time without speaking, and his face was contorted like dirty marble. He had thrown back. It seemed hidden. Miriam asked if he was wrong. He approached the table and rested his elbows on his knees:
- I'm fine. Because I have done something bad enough to remember ... something happened to me three years ago, in fourth year. I would not make jokes about it. I've never told anyone.
The gloom that John had created in a few seconds his friends raised in a mixture of concern and curiosity. Andrea, very serious, he said that if he had perhaps desahogase and feel better. Proposed order another round in July. John made an effort, contracting the muscles of his face, hesitated a moment before speaking. Everyone leaned forward and gave earnest attention to his words.
- No, I do not want more beer ... The fact is that ... One morning, in the practice of anatomy, were doing some dissections and rang a mobile phone. The professor looked up from the body and with a look of disapproval ran through the group that we were around the table. Some of us we tap the pockets to make sure we had no phone. Others took out their phones, but none of them was on. However, the bell rang. Was one of those silly songs, I forget which ... For a moment think that that was heard was the motive for the teacher and some looked at him scornfully. He said nothing, nodded in silent hill separating the hands as if to say that even had mobile ...
- Come on! discontinued in July. In the mobile was dead!
John sighed and looked at him askance.
- I know it's predictable, but I did not spent anything right. The sound was louder and louder, and not hung. A colleague suggested that the phone could be in a closet or a shelf, but it was evident that the sound came from there, from where we were grouped around the dissecting table ... Of course, the only one who could not possibly have a motive was dead ... but now seems Julio a very distinct possibility.
"We were all perplexed. The sound was muffled, as if from some hidden hole compressing it. The professor began to feel the corpse. Pressed the lower abdomen and the sound changed pitch ... I remember the professor's face transfigured with astonishment, and the step back that gave some of my peers. We were confused, scared. We know what to do.
"Very quiet, the teacher continued feeling that part of the body. He only spoke to say they felt a kind of faint tremor ... And what we all feared became reality. After pressing the pubis, introduced the index and middle fingers into the anus of the corpse and looked at us with his forehead covered in sweat, with a look of satisfaction and chill. The phone was staying at the corpse's rectum.
July could not help but laugh that was contagious nasal Miriam and Vicente. Throwing a quick glance of reproach, John continued, serious and pale:
- Professor Sajó the perineum and removed a small phone, covered with pus and adhesions remains of dried feces. Since then I have gotten into the nose a sour smell of formaldehyde and rotting flesh ... Finally the bell stopped ringing, and at that time was like hearing an anxious silence, oppressive. I think that's what made us realize the situation so bizarre and disgusting in which we were. A fellow got sick, and broke the silence of a girl nausea and nervous laughter from another partner ... I remember I was just wondering how he had not consumed the phone battery in two or three weeks that the body had been stored there.
"As if he did not know how out of this ridiculous situation, the teacher cleaned the equipment slightly and looked at him dumb. We circle around him and we could see on the screen announcing forty-three missed calls. The teacher instinctively pressed the OK button. Appeared reporting a "new number" ... All calls correspond to a same number ...
John made a rare break. He grabbed a peanut shell and crushed it between his fingers as he looked to the center of the table with wide eyes and a gesture of hesitation evident. His friends were silent and looked at each other. Andrea took a swig. Without anyone saying anything, John continued:
- The signs of panic that I was trespassing were very clear, but all attributed to the roughness of the situation ... I swear I felt as if the whole universe would collapse into my body when I realized that appeared on the screen my phone number ...
The laughs were gone. Vincent dared to suggest that perhaps John he were so impressed that, under the influence of suggestion, to make a mistake in reading the number.
- John did not react. I made sure. I blinked hard several times and the number was still there, amid the gloved hand of the teacher. I do not know how many seconds it lasted this torment. Just remember that the professor regained his composure, turned off the phone and left it in a plastic bag.
Vincent gave a blow which expressed a mixture of shock and disbelief. The others had their eyes fixed on John, who went on something quieter after traveling in a semicircle the circle of eyes kept as open his account:
- That night I barely slept. Although I was quick to cancel my phone number and had even removed the device chip, I woke up every bit to the tune of my mobile and took a few seconds atrocious realize that the sound came from a nightmare. The next day the appliance also pulled. I left it in a container that was beside the back door of the faculty. I did not throw it away in my house.
. Eager, Vincent asked if that was the end of history. The other made her look oscillate between Vincent and John as endorsing the dissatisfaction of the first. John leaned back in his seat:
- Is it too little ...? Since then rarely use the phone. Keep one my parents gave me the following Christmas, but I barely use. I keep it because it was a gift.
The conversation was frozen. Trying to revive, July emphasized the possibility that everything was an effect of the fear generated by the situation. John persisted in denying it:
- I say no, dammit! I am quite sure. I remember the number: 936039716.
Shyly, the other gave the reason Vincent and July, but his actions reveal a kind of grief poorly assimilated. John had begun to regain the color of his face and ask for the bill proposed.
Then, like a whip, started playing the tune of a mobile phone, one of those stupid tunes and strident.
All nailing his eyes again in John. It was his, that his parents had given him this Christmas. John swallowed hard, took him out of his pocket with shaking hands, and when looked around the screen before you answer, let it go like a hot iron.
The device on the table and bounced on the floor, moving like a huge fly dying as a result of the vibrator. John turned pale. The trickle of vomit just aborted it appeared at the corner of his mouth. He grabbed the stool and his face contorted in a look of panic deep, cruel. Her eyes widened gaps as if he had seen a ghost.
Andrea put her hand on his neck and proposed Miriam ask for a glass of water. Vincent picked up the phone and stared at the screen. Froze, standing, staring. July, Miriam and Andrea approached him. Flashing at the bottom of a phosphorescent green light as a wisp, everyone could see the number 936039716.
intimacy and relaxation ocher, favored ribald conversations. Vincent and his friends had opened the night talking about bizarre stories bizarre and forgetfulness. Andrea said she, one evening, his mother was engrossed watching a movie in a scene when it started to rain and she got up like a spring of running couch to remove clothing from the clothesline. John recalled a day, distracted, bit the glass soda bottle he held in his left hand instead of the sandwich that was on the right. One of his incisors still had notch.The night progressed from bowls of nuts and empty glasses trimmed foam. The conversation took a turn grim when Vincent took one of his favorite themes: that of the grave.
- Have you not heard the story that a funeral in which a mobile phone rang in the coffin? It's great. Apparently she left the phone on dead inside his jacket and closed the lid, forgot there ...
- That's an urban legend, a man interrupted Miriam. Like the guy who visited a cemetery at night and had a heart attack scare that led to enganchársele raincoat on a branch sticking out of the ground. These are stories that spread by word of mouth. Have always said that happened to a friend of a friend, but nobody lives in the flesh.
- Well, who cares? Vincent replied. In the end, what matters is that they are good stories. All we can invent a legend of these and have it to believe someone. It is also not impossible to occur. Imagine, for example, which buries a guy on the phone and receive calls until the battery runs out ... Well I swear that this happened to a distant relative of mine ...
In a move reminiscent of a cat in heat, Miriam Vincent grabbed the arm between joyful and anxious, throwing a little cry at the same time revealing his desire not to be scared and feel the pleasure if you violated your desire. The pain caused him nails digging into the skin further fueled Vicente:
- Yes, really ... And the people have the sound woke the neighbors dead and terrorized the solitary walkers ...
Vincent could not contain an outbreak of nasal laughter. He paused and drained his beer. The look in his eyes sarcastically allowed to guess a mind firing on all cylinders to combine pieces of reality and absurdity for any occurrence that the morbid reaction enardeciese Miriam. Before we shall find, however, Julio would turn the conversation to the realms of the foul and, with his usual impudence, brought up the stories of foreign doctors remove some of the sphincter of patients. But what was hilarious was his reference to the joke that some spend their friends by sending a text message like this: "We have installed on your phone an incoming call by vibrating. Introdúzcaselo in the year and we will be phoning all night. "
Suddenly, as they turned off the short laugh collective action by July had caused, all warned that John was a long time without speaking, and his face was contorted like dirty marble. He had thrown back. It seemed hidden. Miriam asked if he was wrong. He approached the table and rested his elbows on his knees:
- I'm fine. Because I have done something bad enough to remember ... something happened to me three years ago, in fourth year. I would not make jokes about it. I've never told anyone.
The gloom that John had created in a few seconds his friends raised in a mixture of concern and curiosity. Andrea, very serious, he said that if he had perhaps desahogase and feel better. Proposed order another round in July. John made an effort, contracting the muscles of his face, hesitated a moment before speaking. Everyone leaned forward and gave earnest attention to his words.
- No, I do not want more beer ... The fact is that ... One morning, in the practice of anatomy, were doing some dissections and rang a mobile phone. The professor looked up from the body and with a look of disapproval ran through the group that we were around the table. Some of us we tap the pockets to make sure we had no phone. Others took out their phones, but none of them was on. However, the bell rang. Was one of those silly songs, I forget which ... For a moment think that that was heard was the motive for the teacher and some looked at him scornfully. He said nothing, nodded in silent hill separating the hands as if to say that even had mobile ...
- Come on! discontinued in July. In the mobile was dead!
John sighed and looked at him askance.
- I know it's predictable, but I did not spent anything right. The sound was louder and louder, and not hung. A colleague suggested that the phone could be in a closet or a shelf, but it was evident that the sound came from there, from where we were grouped around the dissecting table ... Of course, the only one who could not possibly have a motive was dead ... but now seems Julio a very distinct possibility.
"We were all perplexed. The sound was muffled, as if from some hidden hole compressing it. The professor began to feel the corpse. Pressed the lower abdomen and the sound changed pitch ... I remember the professor's face transfigured with astonishment, and the step back that gave some of my peers. We were confused, scared. We know what to do.
"Very quiet, the teacher continued feeling that part of the body. He only spoke to say they felt a kind of faint tremor ... And what we all feared became reality. After pressing the pubis, introduced the index and middle fingers into the anus of the corpse and looked at us with his forehead covered in sweat, with a look of satisfaction and chill. The phone was staying at the corpse's rectum.
July could not help but laugh that was contagious nasal Miriam and Vicente. Throwing a quick glance of reproach, John continued, serious and pale:
- Professor Sajó the perineum and removed a small phone, covered with pus and adhesions remains of dried feces. Since then I have gotten into the nose a sour smell of formaldehyde and rotting flesh ... Finally the bell stopped ringing, and at that time was like hearing an anxious silence, oppressive. I think that's what made us realize the situation so bizarre and disgusting in which we were. A fellow got sick, and broke the silence of a girl nausea and nervous laughter from another partner ... I remember I was just wondering how he had not consumed the phone battery in two or three weeks that the body had been stored there.
"As if he did not know how out of this ridiculous situation, the teacher cleaned the equipment slightly and looked at him dumb. We circle around him and we could see on the screen announcing forty-three missed calls. The teacher instinctively pressed the OK button. Appeared reporting a "new number" ... All calls correspond to a same number ...
John made a rare break. He grabbed a peanut shell and crushed it between his fingers as he looked to the center of the table with wide eyes and a gesture of hesitation evident. His friends were silent and looked at each other. Andrea took a swig. Without anyone saying anything, John continued:
- The signs of panic that I was trespassing were very clear, but all attributed to the roughness of the situation ... I swear I felt as if the whole universe would collapse into my body when I realized that appeared on the screen my phone number ...
The laughs were gone. Vincent dared to suggest that perhaps John he were so impressed that, under the influence of suggestion, to make a mistake in reading the number.
- John did not react. I made sure. I blinked hard several times and the number was still there, amid the gloved hand of the teacher. I do not know how many seconds it lasted this torment. Just remember that the professor regained his composure, turned off the phone and left it in a plastic bag.
Vincent gave a blow which expressed a mixture of shock and disbelief. The others had their eyes fixed on John, who went on something quieter after traveling in a semicircle the circle of eyes kept as open his account:
- That night I barely slept. Although I was quick to cancel my phone number and had even removed the device chip, I woke up every bit to the tune of my mobile and took a few seconds atrocious realize that the sound came from a nightmare. The next day the appliance also pulled. I left it in a container that was beside the back door of the faculty. I did not throw it away in my house.
. Eager, Vincent asked if that was the end of history. The other made her look oscillate between Vincent and John as endorsing the dissatisfaction of the first. John leaned back in his seat:
- Is it too little ...? Since then rarely use the phone. Keep one my parents gave me the following Christmas, but I barely use. I keep it because it was a gift.
The conversation was frozen. Trying to revive, July emphasized the possibility that everything was an effect of the fear generated by the situation. John persisted in denying it:
- I say no, dammit! I am quite sure. I remember the number: 936039716.
Shyly, the other gave the reason Vincent and July, but his actions reveal a kind of grief poorly assimilated. John had begun to regain the color of his face and ask for the bill proposed.
Then, like a whip, started playing the tune of a mobile phone, one of those stupid tunes and strident.
All nailing his eyes again in John. It was his, that his parents had given him this Christmas. John swallowed hard, took him out of his pocket with shaking hands, and when looked around the screen before you answer, let it go like a hot iron.
The device on the table and bounced on the floor, moving like a huge fly dying as a result of the vibrator. John turned pale. The trickle of vomit just aborted it appeared at the corner of his mouth. He grabbed the stool and his face contorted in a look of panic deep, cruel. Her eyes widened gaps as if he had seen a ghost.
Andrea put her hand on his neck and proposed Miriam ask for a glass of water. Vincent picked up the phone and stared at the screen. Froze, standing, staring. July, Miriam and Andrea approached him. Flashing at the bottom of a phosphorescent green light as a wisp, everyone could see the number 936039716.
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