Chapter 1
Start writing My story isn’t something that can be told in books or can be seen in movies, my story has no start nor ending, it is neither real nor fake; my story is something that exists neither in this world nor in ‘their’ world.
Just hold on and don’t ask me yet about who they are, you might not be ready yet to hear anything about them, I don’t want you to end up like the others before you, poor people they weren’t ready and I hope you are because everything depends on you now.
Once upon a time, no, no not yet, I can hear your heavy breathing and your heart beating so fast, this is what they like to see, they like people like you, people who are not aware of what they are surrounded by, people who might end up having a life in between two words, two creators and two hearts.
I know I can trust you, as long as you are still reading this that means nothing happened to you, I am glad and I know you were the one who I can tell my story, the one who can carry my legacy and protect these ignorant people. Let me get you prepared before telling you my story, let me open your eyes and make you see the unseen, hear the unhearing and feel the nothingness around you.
Trust me, nothing is going to happen to you, they are protecting you now, the others not the ones that I mentioned before, and I see that you started to hear things now and feel the pressure and your body start to react oddly, don’t worry that’s normal, they just trying to make you stop reading about that, they don’t want anyone to know about their existence, they don’t want you to know also about me.
stop looking at them, ignore them, I am protecting you and you are going to protect my legacy.
just hold on please, I know that you want to hear about my story, I am making sure that you are still alive and nothing happened to you, so far, and if you are still reading this, that means you are really the one that I have been looking for all this time. I know that you feel sorry for those before you, but they weren’t ready as you are know, just try to control your heart-beat, they can hear that and they can smell your fear.
My story includes people who were once living a normal life as you do know, includes people who were victims of my stupid mistake; it includes somehow your life and your future.
My name is, it doesn’t matter what my name is, because the place where I came from they don’t have names. I am the last of my people and I was the only one who could feel, hear, and see them, because I was born in between two words, my world and yours. it was my father’s mistake who wanted me to be born in his world, but my mother didn’t want that to happen, as a result of that I was born half human, half Gontrizian and they both died a moment after I was born.
Gontrize is the name of those creators’ world that I have been mentioning to you as ‘they’, unfortunately I am half like them, and I don’t want you to get scared of me, because I am still half human.
Summer, August, 1977.
I was found lying naked in the street, I was still an infant and no one knows where I came from. I was half crying, half laughing, surrounded by some wild hounds that couldn’t get closer to me, and surrounded by a group of dead black crowds and a group of pigeons pecking my head. I was taken to an orphanage, rather, from an orphanage to another, they said that some strange things were happening when I exist in anyplace and children were always afraid of me, no one could even talk to me, except one person, a shy girl, that doesn’t mix with the rest of the children, she told me that she could be my friend but with one condition; to talk to her only at midnight and in the basement.
I stayed quite a long time in that orphanage for the first time, and we become such a good friends, ‘Natasa’ that was her name. We kept seeing each other at midnight in the basement, she was telling some good stories about ghosts and some imaginary things, her favorite color was red, I didn’t know why she liked that color, but I think because she loves roses.
One thing that I can remember is that I always had nightmares, always the same dream and the same events, i was dreaming about Natasa and that we kept talking and she was telling me stories as always, but the weird thing is that I was using my left hand in that dream and I never remembered about the stories that she was telling me in dreams.
4 years later, in a snowy and cold day, i had the same nightmare again, but this time Natasa was holding my hand and leading me somewhere, to a big and old gate, full of some writings in an ancient language and she was asking me to open the door and get inside what lies behind it. but a moment before I hold the door I felt a cold and big hand holding my neck so hard, I couldn’t move or shout loud, I couldn’t even speak or ask for help, and I felt another hand pulling my left hand, and it was too hot and burning my left hand. I woke up to find myself in the basement, sweaty, and a burn-mark in my left hand I couldn’t move the whole time until the morning.
I was punished that day for going to the basement, and I was asked to stay in a closet the whole day without any food. The punishment wasn’t that bad I kinda get used to that; being alone. And I had some free time to think about that night and what happened. For the first time I remember something from that nightmare, ‘’ Gontrize’’ it was written above that gate with an ancient language and I didn’t know how was I able to read this language.
Now I had to look for Natasa and tell her that we cannot meet in the basement anymore, and tell her about how crazy that night was. But I didn’t know where her room was and I can’t ask the children about her because they always avoid talking to me.
I couldn’t find her, and it’s been almost a week since the last time we met in the basement, so I had to sneak out at night to the office where they keep our information to find out about her, but still I couldn’t find her name among the children in this orphanage. There was only one box that I didn’t look at, which contains some fills about the children in here, and I found her fill at last and started to read it, it was that night that I know that I was dealing with a different entity, and that my nightmares were not just dreams but they were real: “Natasa born in 1888 and died in 1900 in mysterious circumstances”
There was a mirror that reflected her name backwards which was “ asataN” a Satan. I was shocked and frightened. somehow I remembered every nightmare and dreams, i remember the stories that she was telling me and I remembered that she was talking to my other half of my body, the Gontrizian half, she was trying to take me to her world and get rid of the half human of me. I realized then why she loved red; the color of the blood. before I put the fill back in its place I felt something squeezing my neck so hard, I looked at the mirror to see her behind me, with an angry face and tall, black hair, I passed out to wake up the next day in a hospital, my body full of burns and wounds, I realized afterwards that I had been lying in the bed of the hospital for two weeks and I was the only one who could survive from a massive fire that destroyed the orphanage.
Are you still with me? Yeah sure, that means you are still alive too and you mad it till this point. I was just checking on you to see if my old friend didn’t harm you, ‘’ Natasa’’ she probably is mad now because you know about her and her existence, she won’t harm you I promise and she is just staring at you all this time with her large, dark eyes, she seems as though she is smiling, her face is full of wounds and…
Let me not scare you more than that. I don’t want you to get scared and end up like my friends. I really miss them and all I have left from them are some dairies that tell and describe how they spent their last days before she.. I can’t say her name to you, otherwise I will have to lose you ether. I am not talking about ‘Natasa’ this time but something more frightful, savage and scary entity, she is the one that wants me (or my half of me) to be in her world, and claims that it is her son. I want to show you some of the dairies that were written by my friends but first I am telling you that you might be risking your life and you can easily skip this part of the story if you are not ready, because what you are going to read right now will make you wish to lose your memory and forget about that and wish you never read or meet me in your life. I will let you dive inside my friend’s memories and see what happened to her, I will let you go now and meet my friend ‘’ Susan’’here…
