Post by account_disabled on Dec 11, 2023 6:10:15 GMT
He felt cold and opened his eyes. The ceiling was inches from his face. The dream… He was awake. All real. Levitation. He had read it online, in the office some time ago. It had happened in other houses that someone rose up without her control. Remo was afraid. He couldn't say anything, he wanted to scream, ask for help, call. Instead he floated in the air as if weightlessly. Then he fell. He sat up, shocked. He cursed softly, sitting on the bed not knowing what to do. Then the wardrobe doors flew open and clothes and towels came to life.
They rose and advanced towards him, collapsing at his feet. The doors closed again. And the lights went out. "Oar." You hear it. The voice was real, not part of his imagination. A dark sound, which seemed to Phone Number Data come from the recesses of the animated world. "Oar." "Leave me alone!" he shouted. Then he felt himself being lifted again and fell again. He cried, while his body was prey to an occult antigravity. The morning did not come early. He managed to sleep a couple of hours only after 10. He decided to go out and have lunch outside. On his way home he passed a shopping center and an idea came to him. He went in and asked for a laptop with a webcam. He bought one and went home. “Now let's see if you don't believe me anymore,” he said. After a couple of hours he had managed to activate everything. He tested the camera, it worked.
The images were certainly not perfect, but clear enough. He decided to place the computer in the living room, on the TV stand which he moved near the sofa, in the direction of the kitchen. And he waited. The afternoon came and went. The outside light dimmed until it faded into the evening. Remo went to prepare something to eat. The webcam preview showed him from behind walking into the kitchen. Something passed between the camera and Remo. Evanescent, but visible. The man turned to the laptop. On the screen he could see his face frowning, tired, scanning the room, as if he were looking for… He crashed into the refrigerator, thrown back by an unknown force.
They rose and advanced towards him, collapsing at his feet. The doors closed again. And the lights went out. "Oar." You hear it. The voice was real, not part of his imagination. A dark sound, which seemed to Phone Number Data come from the recesses of the animated world. "Oar." "Leave me alone!" he shouted. Then he felt himself being lifted again and fell again. He cried, while his body was prey to an occult antigravity. The morning did not come early. He managed to sleep a couple of hours only after 10. He decided to go out and have lunch outside. On his way home he passed a shopping center and an idea came to him. He went in and asked for a laptop with a webcam. He bought one and went home. “Now let's see if you don't believe me anymore,” he said. After a couple of hours he had managed to activate everything. He tested the camera, it worked.
The images were certainly not perfect, but clear enough. He decided to place the computer in the living room, on the TV stand which he moved near the sofa, in the direction of the kitchen. And he waited. The afternoon came and went. The outside light dimmed until it faded into the evening. Remo went to prepare something to eat. The webcam preview showed him from behind walking into the kitchen. Something passed between the camera and Remo. Evanescent, but visible. The man turned to the laptop. On the screen he could see his face frowning, tired, scanning the room, as if he were looking for… He crashed into the refrigerator, thrown back by an unknown force.