Dreams & Nightmares III - The Party
Autor: balduino | Publicado: 2011-10-06T15:33:00-07:00

Nightmares III – The Party


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by Balduino Alexandre Fantinel


&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What a party!&nbsp; Roger Wax was happy and didn’t remember when
he had been so happy. Well! When they made the invitation he stayed in doubt.
The invitation was wonderful but it was too much good. However he had always
had a lot of luck and this was proof of it. Just as well I decided to come.
What a party!


&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He
remembered well they promised a different party as he never had seen. They
promised a free party and he was broke. They promised a great number of
beautiful girls and he loved girls. They promised adventure and he likes the
discovery. They promised the danger and he likes the risk. He could take till
five friends, but the number of girls should be equal of the men. The party
would have six different thematic but they should choose by couple man-woman
any one of these six. There were three more conditions, first was he and his
friends were forced to be there six hours p.m. o’clock sharp, otherwise they
couldn’t take nothing to the party and the last was just could leave after
twenty four hours. 


&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The
decision for was quick and the invite for five friends well. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;


&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; In
the agreed day and set hour he and his friends there were. They were received
by beautiful girls and handsome men who kindly demanded them to choose the
thematic party and take their clothes off to wear clothes of characteristic
times. &nbsp;He and three other friends chose “Medieval
Times” and the two other chose the “Old West”. 


After this each one, that chose
“Medieval Times”, got a glass of red wine and to each one was told “one of you
will be award-winning and if you are the winner you won’t believe of the
prize.” He remembered that felt a tasty flavor that wouldn’t know explain in
therre wine but thought should be the taste of the wine of medieval times.


He didn’t get to remember exactly
what happened but the pleasant feeling was indescribable. He was with beautiful
girls and all thought him an interesting person and would like to be with him.
He felt important because his opinion was requested. Your ears hadn’t listened
to so beautiful musics for long time. He learned quickly to fight as a medieval
knight and was considered the best of the new apprentices. All saw him as a
real knight. He never had felt this way. I am in paradise, he thought.


Suddenly something as a gray mist
appeared around him and that pleasant feeling disappeared and the mist increased
more and more. Would have him fallen asleep and began to dream. If it was true
he felt that isn’t a dream but a nightmare, because someone talked him that
something was wrong. But, but, but what? The faces he could notice weren’t
cheerful but of bad people and the ambiance didn’t have an air of lively but of
cruelty. Those faces laughing at him and offending him with rage, why? “Would
have I drunk too much and really asleep? Oh, he thought what terrible nightmare
and tell in high voice, repeatedly “What nightmare, I have to wake-up, I need
to wake-up”! 


Then he saw the same face the one
that welcomed and gave him the wine. Although her face continued beautiful had
now something strange in her smile. Sadistic, bizarre or a diabolic was her
smile? Difficult to tell, but he had the worse impressions. He felt a shiver
just to look inside her eyes. She brought her lips close your ears and told
“Look around you and see the crowd asking for more torture, crying for blood
and now is your time.” “Torture”, told him, “which torture?” She smiled and
pointed for his right and left. He saw a man and a women tortured in two
different torture’s traditional medieval ways. “But the people, are they in
according with this?” asked him and she laughing answered “no problem, they
think this is a show and all is a theater, a play of light, clouds and good
actors. When you drank your wine you told us your worse fears and now we will
give you your worse nightmares.” 


Among shouts, smiles, asked for
blood, applause and whistles he saw red-hot iron’s bars brought until him by a
torturer. He still thought “this is not real is a joke”, but when he felt the
heat of one red-hot iron’s bar close him and the pain of the bar entering
inside his flesh he screamed and he knew that wasn’t a dream or a nightmare but
was real and he screamed and screamed and his face was just a face of horror, terror
and dread.


Watch out with you next
nightmare, maybe not be a nightmare but real …