Chapter "3"

(Strong knocking sound) *Taf-Taf-Taf!*

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...I don't know how I got up unconsciously from my bed and ran quickly towards the door. I ran to my parents like any child, to find out what was going on....

When I arrived, I found them standing, looking at the door with concern and suspicion, and with them was Peter, who kept yawning and rubbing his eyes, asking my mother, who was holding a lighted candle in her hand, in a sleepy voice:

(Yawning sound) “Ha-ha-mom-ha-what’s going on?”

..."Hush". She said this while placing her index finger on her mouth, as a signal for Peter to be silent, then she looked at my father with looks of concern and confusion, trying to inquire of him about the source of this knocking at night, but he shrugged his shoulders as evidence of his lack of knowledge....

The knocking stopped as soon as we arrived, and it was as if Al-Tariq had sensed our arrival. The calm was disturbed, so he turned to my mother to ask her... when I was about to open my mouth... suddenly...

*broken into*!

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When I was about to open my mouth to ask my mother...suddenly...

(Sound of storming) *Buff! *

The door hit the wall violently and made a frightening sound. My body trembled and I closed my eyes automatically.

Then I quickly opened them and saw three people. They were large men. The first of them was wearing a black eye patch that covered one eye, and the letter “S” was engraved on it. "Red as blood. The second had a scar that extended from his forehead to his left eyeball, which was completely white. As for the last, he had a strange drawing in the shape of a snake on his neck, and his hair was black and disheveled. He wasThese men were looking at us with a look that did not bode well at all, then he looked at me and my brother, one of them who had the scar.

He kept looking alternately at both Peter and me with frightening looks that made us tremble and disturbed. As if he sensed our fear, he quickly showed an evil smile, showing his big, ugly yellow teeth, which increased the shivers that ran through us, so my brother and I clung to my mother’s dress out of fear.

They stared at us for what seemed like an eternity. I glanced at both my father and mother to see their reactions, and I noticed expressions of worry and fear written on their faces. Then, after a brief silence, my father suddenly spoke with courage that he did not know where it came from.

“W-Who are you?”

After my father’s question to them, we heard another voice. It was not from any of these people, but rather it was from another man who answered my father’s question:

“You don't need to know them, Eric.” (The father's name is 'Eric'). The man said in a sarcastic voice, then he appeared from behind the men, who stepped aside so he could pass. He moved forward and I could see him well.

When I saw him, I was shocked! I recognized his face, yes...and how. Forget this face..?! He is Uncle Patrick. I remember well that he would usually come to our house to talk to my father about something, and I would watch them laugh together. Uncle Patrick would even play with me and Peter sometimes, and give me some candy bars secretly from my father. He was a nice person. We were all happy to see him and my parents welcomed him when he came. But why is he here at this time and with these scary men?

I looked at my father and found him surprised to see Uncle Patrick and asked him:

“Patrick? What brings you here at this time? Is something wrong?” My father seemed surprised and nervous at the same time, and so was my mother. None of us expected “such a surprise visit” from Uncle Patrick at this hour of the night.

He kept looking at my father, then lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and sighed softly, then smiled and raised his head again. His smile turned into a strange and mysterious smile and he looked at us with a look that I had never seen in him before. It is true that I was a young child at the time and was not very aware, but I can distinguish a person’s smile with great accuracy and know what he is feeling at that moment, like I can know Whether the person is nervous, afraid, embarrassed, sad, etc.

It means that I have such an amazing ability to understand the feelings of others well without them speaking, and I did not tell my parents about this ability that I possess because they would not believe me anyway. Maybe it's not a unique ability and could just be something normal, but I like it.

But frankly, what I saw in Uncle Patrick's eyes and the feelings I felt were completely contradictory to the smile on his lips. These feelings...they somehow never feel "good", not at all, so to speak.

I cannot describe it, not because I am unable to do so, but because I do not want to believe it. It cannot be from him. No… He is not this type of person… Perhaps the fault is on my part, perhaps I did not know her well. Suddenly, “Uncle Patrick” spoke in a calm and uncomfortable tone of voice and said to my father:

"…Eric….did you know, my dear friend, the old saying 'Emotions make us fools….'

My father looked at him with incomprehension and worry and said:

"…eh..? But what's the connection-

And what follows to complete his sentence... He suddenly fell to the ground on his back after his eyes bulged out, and his blood flowed profusely...

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