Deja Vu #07 31 декабря 1997

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attempt at writing - The Nine Lives of Clare.

> AY-Track: (C) Mitchell / Mitchell House
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(C) PLAYGEAR COMPANY / BD
Author: Alexander Bazhenov / Ze Pagan
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        Time passed blissfully unaware

      and it is time to remove the rose-colored glasses. Tales

      the great power of good argument can only

      nose running for fools and babies ...

                                Ze Pagan



   ... It took about a month since the tragic death of my 
friend Mark. Absurd, the devil            smyslennaya and does 
not explain   ; May death ... Before me lies

 ; Leather collar, the same roots; tory clutched at his
W; death, Mark. And, as if slyr; shu dying whisper: "This is it,
(; Austin ... "Look I have a litter; th time stops at Bleu
  ; Styaschey copper plate with the above, be separately signed 
by: Claire. Recently H; it seems to me that some neyasR; Nye 
threat comes from this 

  ; Name. Is all of that then

  , Told me, Mark, is
h; true? It's hard to believe!

           But when I start to detail
remember the events of that tragic day
then guessing. What are you, Claire?
Fear in the flesh, revealed to us again? I
has always been nesueveren ... until now
day. Otherwise how to explain the unexplainable? In
head swarming bunch of questions, but I was not feeling that 
the answers I get very soon ...


                        The last entry in

                      Entries Austin Moore



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   Stood sultry evening, completing at least
hot day. The sky gradually clouded
heavy leaden clouds and thundery. "Merry night and the will." - 
I thought sadly, facing disclosed wide window. Having dealt 
with works in the first half of the day, I was absolutely free 
and, taking the bank out of the refrigerator of cold beer, 
sprawled on the couch and turned on TV. After watching the 
latest news, I began to look a helluva lot of tedious film

with neurasthenic singular in the title role.
The plot of the movie was so nevnyaten, and the acting is so 
mediocre, that I fell asleep on the couch. Sweet status slumber 
was interrupted by a truly hysterical fits of this same young 
lady of uncertain age, which is ten times during the entire 
movie, wringing his hands and blowing her tears mixed with 
snot, screamed nervously: "Mama, Mama!" He does not like me, 
what must I do?! " I nearly fell off the couch from the last 
her remarks, I shouted in rage: "Put yourself an enema and 
hanged himself!" Cutting down the TV, I glanced at the clock. 
It was nearly midnight and I walked to the bed.


   For a long time, I tried unsuccessfully to sleep, tossing 
from side to side. Something oppressive and anxiety hung in the 
stifling atmosphere of the August night. About two hours I 
dozed off after midnight in a heavy, interrupted by nightmares, 
sleep ... Suddenly, in my head sounded distinctly: "Austin, 
Austin, wake up! "With difficulty razlepiv ever, I raised my 
head and looked around the room look trying to guess the 
source. Finding nothing suspicious, I sighed and turned over, 
muttering curses. - Yes, you wake up, finally! - An explosion in

my brain a voice for a moment quite stunned me.

   I instantly took a sitting position
and fear began to look around around.
- Who is here? - I said almost in a whisper and
he noticed movement in the far corner. On
my favorite chair rested something. As
I have closely scrutinized, but see a stranger I could not have 
been too dark. Trying not to make any sudden movements,

I reached for the lamp on the nightstand.
- It's too much, Austin. - Already with metallic notes sounded.

   My hand stopped halfway through, something
sounded very familiar to me in that voice.
- Mark? - I said hesitantly, knowing
that it is complete nonsense. There was a quiet chuckle, so 
familiar that it is difficult was not to know. Everything that 
is happening very looks like a regular nightmare, and despite

the heat, I broke out in chills.
- My God! This simply can not and should not be! - I muttered 
in fright, and almost not crossed himself.

- Well, well, Austin, Surely you will not know my best friend? 
- Hurt the voice said. - My best friend for almost a month 
since went on a journey from which all Nobody bring up. - 
Reproachfully said I.

- It's true ... - Sigh shadow - but not
altogether.
- So? - I did not understand.
- Austin, I have little time and it's my last hours on earth. 
Do not ask me Try to remember everything I tell you right now, 
especially as it affects your life, no more, no less. - My 
life? - I was astonished and mocking he asked. - What are you 
talking about? As far as I I know I have no enemies and no one 
to threaten me! - Austin - an irritated voice said, - y

you a short memory! Claire, now it will hunt for you! I'm 
sorry, Austin, but I was released the demon ... - But ... but - 
I did not find the words - why You have decided that I be next?


   Suddenly I was fully aware of all navisschuyu me a threat. 
Before his eyes turned and briskly swept the events of that 
fateful day. Everything seemed perfectly in a different light.

- Since then - stunned I said, -
this is all true?
- I ever lied to you? - Grimly asked shadow.

   I shook his head sadly.
- The question is not who is next. They could be anyone, FEAR 
does not leave witnesses, Austin.


   Wall clock struck four in the morning.
Shadow as a nerve and started a second
I thought that it outlines several
changed.
- I have almost no time to Austin, so
listen and not interrupt! Firstly, as you
probably guess, my soul, in contrast to
the body does not die immediately and for a while
nearby. That's why I
Now here ... Much more complicated, Austin,
than we thought. I should not say this to you, but know that we 
are not alone ... 

   His voice suddenly fell silent and they heard muffled 
rattle. Shadow more deformed and began to dim light.

- All Austin. - Croaked shadow .- My time is running out. So I 
said too much and, most likely, my soul is doomed ...


   The glow grew brighter, and his voice
weaker.
- And finally ... Remember CLAIRE! She was already there, it's 
already here. 

   Voice gradually faded, and I have hardly heard the last 
words of Mark. - And yet, Austin ... This is not really Claire

rather, it is not Claire. It varies ...
too fast ... All ... Farewell ... This demon, Austin ... I'm 
sorry ... 

   Nothing more I could not tell. Shadow
(Although it has been more like bundles of energy) began to 
gather into a ball and pulsate. After a second shimmering ball

with lightning speed left my room through the window, leaving 
behind nothing but full of despair ...


   About an hour I sat up in bed without turning on the light 
and trying to digest everything I saw and heard. Soul, Mark 
Clare, the afterlife, we are not alone, demon ... - Brain 
actually refused to accept it. Head began to ache terribly, and 
I decided to sleep at least a couple of hours. Swallowing an 
aspirin, I literally fell into bed. I had a nasty dream ... 
Through the window came a pale face Mark and in an eerie 
silence, staring at me, clinging to the right glass. Obomlev 
with horror and unable to tear from his eyes, I reclined, 
covered with cold sweat, in full trance. - What, Austin, you're 
not expecting me, eh? After not expected confess! And I'm 
behind you, it's time ... 

   Bound by fear and unable to move, I tried unsuccessfully to 
squeeze out themselves at least some semblance of a miserable 
cry. Forces lacked only unintelligible hissing. - What are you, 
it's because I'm your old friend. Do you throw your friend? 
Open the window, Austin! - The voice has changed dramatically 
beyond recognition, and the ghost put his hand on the glass. 
Glancing at his hand, I'm just not completely crazy. That was 
not the hand of man. In the pale light of dawn on the glass was 
chetyrehpalaya clearly visible, covered with black fur, with 
curved claws paw monster. Suddenly, the ghost started and 
quickly looked on the sky. Far to the east glowed glow

the coming days. A muffled roar, the monster turned his head 
toward me. More in his face is not There was nothing human. 
Wild grin replaced by an animal grin, mouth glistening fangs.

- Look, Austin! This is your last morning!

   Monster pointed to the east, and striking a paw on the glass 
was gone ... 

   I woke up screaming. Jumped on the bed, I frantically looked 
around around, not knowing where I am. Finally

realizing that I was sitting on the bed in his bedroom, I began 
to calm down. For a while I sat wrapped in a sheet and 
cautiously looked out the window. I every second it seemed that 
the glass is about to appear fearsome specter. But time

passed and no one came. Soon I was quite
came around and almost came to believe in the unreal events of 
this crazy night. "Of course well, it was just a nightmare. It 
can not can! "- tried to convince myself. put his feet on the

floor, I zasharil them to find sneakers. Later
minute I was snorting with pleasure, standing
under a warm shower. Vyterevshis dry, I
took a comb and went to the mirror. Glancing
on reflection, I cried out in surprise. Nightmarish night 
somewhat changed my familiar face. In a perfect, almost black 
hair appeared gray strands under eyes were bluish circles, 
covered with fine grid of wrinkles. The night was old me

ten years.

   Swearing, I lit a cigarette and began to nervously
pacing the room back and forth. "We need to
urgently do something about it. Another such
it is night and I'm finished! "- I thought with alarm." Can you 
address the psychiatrist? " - I asked myself. And he replied: 
"In any case, would not be worse." Going to the window, I 
opened it and breathe freely fresh morning air. Here is my 
opinion fell on the windowsill, and I stood in mute horror. On 
the windowsill, my nightmare has left a very real autograph in 
the form of four deep scratches ... From the complete paralysis 
brought me smoked a cigarette, which is down, burned fingers. 
Slamming the window, I quickly got dressed and ran out of the 
house, suddenly become so dangerous. All day long I

aimlessly wandering around the city and decided to spend the 
night in a hotel, because, frankly, I was afraid to return 
home. 

   After removing a cheap room, I went on
sixth floor, accompanied by the porter, who opened the door and 
showed me the room. After securing their well-deserved five 
bucks, he for a moment stood at a respectful bow and

quietly disappeared through the door. I was not pampered life 
of luxury, always surprised and amused by the ability of 
service staff come and go at the right

time. Apparently it is in this and they took
professional skills. While here,
Of course, it is possible to argue. Nevertheless,
I was distracted by these thoughts, and even cause
smile. However, one philosophy is not hungry
will. My stomach does not get through the day is nothing but a 
cup of coffee, expressed dissatisfaction by a long rumbling. I 
picked up the phone and ordered bottle of wine and a modest 
dinner. Some time later the door quietly and knock came on the 
same port, wheeling in front of a serving table, covered with 
snow-white Skater. Exchanging a few words with him,

I asked him to leave the table in the room and
wake me up at nine o'clock in the morning. After
his departure, I poured a glass of wine and went
to the window, watching the departing day.

   Suddenly, behind me there was a rustle. I abruptly turned 
around and noticed that the tablecloth on the table suddenly 
into. Shiver ran down my back, and I froze in his tracks. 
However, nothing else happens, and I dared to come to the 
table. Slowly reaching out to the tablecloth, I strongly motion 
tore her. At the lower compartment There was nothing. 
"Probably, it seemed - with relief, I thought, and then my nose 
hit the nasty smell of decayed flesh! C new force was overcome 
my horror, I remembered the smell. Dropping a wine glass from 
his hand, I stood unable to move. Events moved rapidly ... 
Corner of my eye I noticed movement side of me. With some 
difficulty turning head, I was stunned. The bed, staring

watching me, sat a huge, tiger
painting, cat. "CLAIRE!" - I whispered, being almost complete 
prostration. Collecting the last vestiges of faith, I made a 
timid step toward the door. CLAIRE instantly responded, and by 
issuing a vicious hiss, one giant leap covered a ten-space, 
finding himself between me and the door. Next what happens is 
that it is difficult to convey just the words and even harder 
believe it! Since it has something to happen, something very 
terrible. CLAIRE began to mutate right before your eyes! She 
bent and broke the in different directions, with a disgusting 
skin bang beginning to explode in rags, and from under

she has a new slimy lumps of flesh, which has been vaguely 
guessed monstrous limbs latter-day monster. Above it all rose 
the eerie eye CLAIRE, deep set and radiating purple pulsating 
waves of hatred. Completely zonked, I padded feet gradually

retreated until his back rested in the window sill. "Balcony" 
Here we have a balcony! - It dawned on me, and I pulled the 
door handle. Jumped out to a small balcony, I rushed about, 
frantically searching for a way to retreat. Attention my drew 
fire stairs to the roof, three meters from me. I looked up to 
the roof had two floors, and it was the only way. Trying not to

look down, I climbed onto the railing and, in a desperate leap, 
jumped on the ladder. Climbing on it, I heard a muffled roar

and crashing and rending of wood coming from
my room. After ten seconds, I was
already on the roof. Sticking his head out from behind the 
parapet, I carefully looked around. Not noticing anything 
suspicious, I went to the railroad attic door. Halfway to her I 
thought she must be closed, however, kept going. I stopped by 
the strange sounds were heard outside the door. Suddenly there 
was a thud and vygnuvshis, iron door and burst like paper. The 
next blow delivered door, pulling her with loops ... The black 
rectangular aperture redness of eyes flashed a monster and 
there was a chilling howl. Cry of horror I rushed back to the 
stairs. But whether because of the darkness, whether from 
fright, I could not manage to find her. Monster

was very close, and I felt the breath
approaching death. In desperation I
jumped onto a narrow parapet and turned to face him. He was 
just a few meters away from me and stopped too. Several long 
seconds we looked at each other directly in the eye ...


   Here, standing on the border between life and
death, fear suddenly left me, and I
gained its former confidence. Substituting person
fresh wind and the last time okinuv
night city view, I turned to the monster, and he smiled. The 
monster growled and clawed tsarapnuv concrete floor, moved to 
me. "No, you do not get me or my soul, creature! "- proudly" I 
whispered, and stepped for eternity ...