were traveling by car for half an hour when Patrick broke the silence by asking: - Why did you say I'm a hero?
- Did you read the article too - Kaspar said keeping his eyes on the road. - You have saved that child from the apartment on fire.
- imagine how anyone would have done.
- Maybe. Or maybe not.
Patrick took up the sheet of paper from his pocket. - Why keep a paper with a picture of me?
- I do not remember, but we two are friends. Did you bring yourself this crop.
Patrick was silent for a few minutes staring at the paper again. - Where are we going?
- A home - answered the other.
Kaspar parked the car and opened the door to go down. Patrick took the bag and let out his friend from the medium. - In this building there is the apartment where you live - he said.
Patrick stared at the imposing building in the hope that gives him some feeling, but nothing happened.
The two men crossed the gate and headed toward the elevator. They went and both stopped on the fourth floor. On the landing Kaspar pulled from his jacket and puts the house keys in the two locks. - Yesterday me are made to give the goalkeeper - he said as he advanced on the inside.
Kaspar pulled up the shades of light flooding the apartment. Patrick stood. He looked around, he wanted to experience the feeling of familiarity, but it's that environment remains unknown.
observations, the other man knew what he was feeling. - You will see that in a short time you will feel at home. Now it is still early. - Watched the watch and said: - Come we go into the kitchen. It's almost lunchtime.
The two finished lunch that Kaspar had prepared and warmed up while the coffee into a mocha coffee, the man told Patrick something of himself.
- I am a college professor. You were my assistant. The matter is that we deal with parapsychology. It tells you nothing that word?
Patrick shook his head.
- It does not matter. Parapsychology is a division of the faculty of psychology and studies psychic phenomena and the people who have psychic abilities such as telepathy, telekinesis or precognitive perceptions. The child that you have saved, Samuel Ricci, has psychic powers. Mr. and Mrs. Ricci had entrusted me to help him control his powers. - Kaspar paused and poured himself a cup of coffee in white ceramic. - I was away for the commission, but fortunately you were coming with me. Were you to watch Sam and you saved from the fire.
Patrick looked at him thoughtfully. Then on impulse he said: - If you are an expert you can help me too. Will you teach me to control my visions?
- I can try, but I can assure you that we will succeed. Your desire to understand how they work is still a good start. Show me how you're able to have these visions.
Reluctantly, Patrick grabbed the bottle and it was at the center of the table at the exact moment when his fingertips brushed the narrow neck, his mind filled with images. Instinctively he closed his eyes.
- Relax Patrick - Kaspar said. - Tell me what you see.
- It is difficult - the answer. The flow of faces, voices and colors was unstoppable. He could not focus his mind on a face, which suffered another took its place. And then another again and again. If he had continued so would not hold. He opened his eyes suddenly, removing the hand from the glass. - I'm sorry. I could not see anything in particular.
Kaspar took out a notebook from the left pocket of his jacket. - It is normal. You still have to get used to having a gift that you asked. - The man took the same pen with which the hospital had signed cards and wrote down something on the notebook. - I think for a bit 'of days you'd better stay here with you. I saw that you have a guest room. If you do not bother you, I can settle there.
Patrick scanned the man's face. It did not seem that he had bad intentions. Indeed, he was to give back to his life. Near him gave him a sense of security. - To me there is no problem. I hope not to take away your time commitments.
- No, I'm glad to help a friend. I just have to go home and take a couple of things that I need. I'll be back before evening. - Kaspar came directly from the kitchen entrance. Then he retraced his steps. - I almost forgot - she said rummaging in his pocket. He took a pair of black leather biker gloves and handed them to Patrick.
- What do I need? - Asked skeptically.
- will be the filter for your psychic powers. You can touch anything without the danger of being overwhelmed by the visions.
Patrick wore them immediately and had no doubt that trust Kaspar had been a good choice.
They greeted the man advised him to rest.
Indeed Patrick felt a little 'tired. He lay on the bed of that Kaspar had told him to his room. Within a few minutes his eyelids grew heavy and slowly fell into the pleasant state that precedes sleep.
Patrick found himself sitting in the office of medical director.
The man was facing. She looked at him with her little ones subtle eye and mouth wide open in a fake smile.
Suddenly the door burst open and in came a tall man with a long white coat and half of Wax left eye. Pushing an empty wheelchair.
- Come sit down - said the health director.
- It is not necessary. I can walk - said Patrick, but to her surprise she discovered she was already on the vehicle with the man behind the mask that drove him. - Where are we going?
The man did not answer. They walked through a dark corridor in silence and then came out in a huge room with the ceiling split.
The man was no longer behind him, but he was in the middle of that place, behind a marble table. Were spread out over a boy and a girl.
Patrick jumped up. The two boys were the children of the cradle. Could not explain how he knew, but he was sure.
The man with the mask said: - The doors of hell are open!
A circle of flame enveloped the marble table and a fire hit the two young men lying down.
Patrick ran towards them, but more trying to get closer, the more they went away. Behind him heard the voice of a man. - Sara! Leonardo!
Patrick woke up staring at the ceiling of her bedroom beige.
The dream had followed him outside the hospital. But this time he received substantial help. He knew the names of two boys.
- Sara and Leonardo - said sitting up. - Somehow I will find you and save you.
Fulvio was uncomfortable. He was a grown man and a police inspector, but be out shopping in a bookstore was one of the few esoteric situations that put him in difficulty.
Unfortunately there had been no news on the case of man burnt, so he decided to heed his instincts.
arrived in front of the cashier handed her the book he had taken. She, a woman in her forties with curly hair, he read aloud: - "The Fire. Power friend and enemy "is a very special choice. It is understood the argument?
- No. I do not really believe in these things. It is for a friend - Fulvio lied hoping not to blush.
The cashier beat the price of the volume. - Oh ... but of course - answered with the air of someone who knows a lot.
Fulvio no comment. He paid for the book, put it in haste in the plastic bag and left the library.
reached home, he spent the rest of the afternoon reading the instructions contained in the volume. Most were purely theoretical concepts without a solid foundation on which to rely. More than half, however, he found something that might be useful.
There was a whole chapter on spontaneous combustion. Fulvio read carefully what he said:
One of the more unusual events related to fire is certainly the spontaneous combustion.
This phenomenon occurs when a body instantly takes fire without it being triggered by an external agent.
in nature have been repeatedly highlighted findings of small insects or plants without burning a fire. Scientists are used to explain the spontaneous combustion as a natural phenomenon, when the chemical reaction that gives rise to combustion is favored by the heat supplied by the sun.
However, the manifestation of the phenomenon in the absence of the sun reveals that there may be other causes.
ancient indeed, to punish offenses against a deity, the high priests of a cult were used to cast curses on the spontaneous combustion of heretics. Just a doll depicting even the smallest details of the person to be punished and it is a specific ritual, the doll had to be packed with wax. The portrait mirror image of the victim was sculpted in wax warm, let it cool and when the wax had hardened, the priests practiced the ritual burning minutes from the center the statue with the flame of a candle.
Fulvio closed the book dropping on the couch beside him.
They were all very fanciful theories, but had to really believe it?
The phone rang. The man picks it up from his pants pocket and said: - Hello, this is the inspector marks.
he heard a female voice from the unit. - Inspector I'm sorry to bother ... but I think it's an emergency.
- Tell me, I listen.
- You have just found a new charred corpse.
- Okay I'll be right. - Fulvio hung up and pulled on his jacket.
Apparently, supernatural or not, faced with a case of serial murder.
Continued .....
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