This is the secret of the new year: nothing is as you expected it to be. I spent the last two days in a country house with my friends: nothing special, but I found out that even an old house give you the chance to have fun. We just had to create some new tricks with very common things, such as combining flour and a fireplace, and the party started.
By the way, I'm not here to talk about my short holiday in the countryside. More or less it is the same every year, we always enjoy the days spent together, and that is it. Nothing special to mention, excluding the wonderful firework we bought this year: I have never seen real fireworks from such a little distance, how amazing! However, I won't talk about it. The atmosphere of this holiday gave me a little push to invent a “one-plus-one-is-eleven” story.
This expression comes from a very simple occurrence: when I start to write something, I usually put the date first. I was thinking about a very strange event that had happened only a few hours earlier. To be specific, I was wondering if there is any supernatural law that decides when something has to happen or if it is simply a casual circumstance. Absurd thoughts. By the way, while I was lost in such a freaky wondering, I noticed that the date was freaky too. It remembered me of a typical childish expression that says “one plus one is eleven”. That's why I decided to make up a story with the strange event from which everything had started.
Richy had just put the last log into the fire when it happened. An violent red squirt spattered the glass. And there was nothing near the fire that could have caused it. The boy tried to localize where he was coming from, but apart from the ashes, the fireplace was perfectly clean. Suddenly, a thought came to his mind: what if the liquid came from the log?
He was right. There was a hole in it. And inside, something bright red was bubbling. Shocked, Richy stepped apart from the fire. That was the moment when he saw the most frightful thing of his entire life: the spatter in the glass was shaped like the face of a monster. As the liquid was bubbling, the face was moving too, looking at him with a demoniac smile. Richy screamed, and then fainted
“Where is the heart of the party? Sweety? Richy?Ric – oh my...” Laura ran down the stairs and flung at him, terrified.
“What's up with you Richy?” Shouted the girl. “Do you feel dizzy? Have you drunk too much? Oh, God, please, answer me!”. She started slapping his face and, little by little, he regained consciousness.
“Stupid guy, you scared me! You almost freaked me out! What's wrong with you? Do you feel dizzy?” asked the girl.
Richy shook his head, dazed.
“Are you scatter brained? At least, do you remember who I am? You nut!” Laura laughed at him.
“If I were you, I wouldn't be that haughty. Don't prance around, if you want your life spared.”
“Are you still with us?” said Laura with round eyes. You don't talk this way! How rude! I was only joking.”
“If you think your life is a joke, no problem. You can have your ideas. But normally people want to live a long life. If you want it too, shut up.”
Laura opened her mouth in an upset expression. She didn't know how to behave, of course. She had known her friend since they were at the kindergarten. Never, never in her whole life she had seen that look in his eyes. He was a cheerful boy, who always laughed: She had never seen him annoyed, or sad. She saw a glimpse of wickedness in his eyes, and a shiver ran down to her spine. Then, she suddenly shook her head. “You are going mad” thought the girl. “He is Richy. Probably he is only joking, as usual. If he's not, he could have drunk too much, or he just hit his head and the blow drove him mad. Go to bed, he will do the same. I'm sure tomorrow he will Richy again”. So she turned, said goodnight and went upstairs.
“Wonderful. I just chose the perfect body. This is the perfect moment to start my job. It seems like everyone human being loses his wit on New year's day – how couldn't she notice that I'm not his friend! It will be easier than I'd expected” said Richy.
Night fell upon the country house. Everyone was sleeping. All silent.
A girl screamed.
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