Gutrier
Professor
Professor
_________________ "Everybody believes in something greater than themselves, gods, fate, superstition, it's all in the same, the fear of the unknown man .- The words of Professor Erick Gutrier seemed to flood the room, his voice was calm, yet intriguing, using the same tone used when you have a horror story about a candle, Silvia was right in saying that the sinister teacher was in his way to explain. The only light that shone in the classroom was the slide projector, and the only sound you could hear was the gentle hum of the fan, it really put the creeps.
- Myths and legends are based on the fear felt by some men into the unknown, then this illusion is transmitted orally from generation to generation becoming an institution. A clear example is the old stories of sailors, any old browser you can tell a great story about sea monsters, mermaids, curses and omens countless sailors warn not to go into certain waters, which have not within a certain island, etc., and surely will tell you that it was his father who told him that story. But have some basis in reality these stories?, That's what I want to study for next Lords day, the basis of legends.
The lights came on, and the professor ended the class, students are stretching, as they used their eyes to the ceiling fluorescent lights.
- really has been the most educational
- Do I detect a tone of sarcasm in your voice Thania?
- So much I tell?
- The two laughed together.
- Go Sam wakes up and go to the cafeteria for a drink.
As students left the classroom the teacher ordered slides Gutrier storing them in a small plastic box red until the room was completely empty. Suddenly a noise turned his attention to his back.
- Is there anybody there?, Tutoring in the mornings so I will not settle now, no doubt.
got no answer, returned to his uneasy task, once collected all the slides, set out to save them in a drawer of his desk. Before he had time to open the drawer the same noise he had heard before scattering startled him all the slides on the floor.
- Shit, Who's there? I warn you I do not like the jokes, I think ...
The sentence remained unfinished, the professor's blood ran cold, her hands and legs trembled, and eyes were those of a deer with the headlights of a car, who knows that the abuse is imminent. The cause of this reaction was a figure who was hiding in the shadows, so high that its size dwarfed the teacher. He wore a robe of black and hoarse breathing echoed in the walls of the classroom.
- Erick "The voice from the shadows seemed to come from beyond the grave
- You?,! I thought you were dead!
- Erick No, you thought wrong, I'm not dead and I need your help.
- know I can not help you, I would never do
- Erick Gutrier, you help me like it or not.
Figure Professor pounced on him disappearing in the darkness, the only remaining evidence of the mysterious visit were broken glasses of the teacher who now lay on the floor.
