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He was shaking terribly and kept repeating the same words…’This is a nightmare…This is a nightmare!’
Suddenly there was silence…
He lifted his head and looked around…it was too dark to see anything!
Maybe it was a dream…a very dark dream.
Slowly he tried to stand up when he felt a cold touch on his shoulder…his heart turned into stone and for a few seconds he felt there was no air to breath.
This would be his end…
…and many years from now, someone lost as him would find his body and assume he was a homeless who starved to death.
He turned and saw an old man holding on to a half-broken stick with great difficulty to breath:
“There is no way out of here…if that’s what you’re thinking about”, said the old man.
“Who are you and what’s happening?”
The wooden floors started moving…the walls were breaking all around them and the tower roof opened up to the dark sky with the full moon looking down into oblivion.
“What’s happening?”, James was shouting as loud as possible trying to hold on to the window seal.
…the old man raised his arms to the moon letting his broken stick drop between the floor cracks…
“There is no light at the end…just darkness…”, said the old man.
All of a sudden the floor was back to its old self, the walls stopped moving and the hole in the roof closed slowly, leaving the room in total darkness. James was still holding on to the window seal with his whole body trembling.”
The old man sat down on the floor and covered his body with a blanket.
“You too belong to it, now”, he whispered.
“Belong to who?”, asked James scared.
“To the Tower…we will never leave…”, he said closing his eyes and resting his head on the rough wall.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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