Kitabı oxu: «The author is doomed: Illusion»

The Beginning.

I wish I hadn't gone in there. But I was driven by a thirst for adventure and an interest in this case. I'm a detective and writer. If I get out of here, I'll write the second part of a new novel on this subject. It all started when the head of the police department of the city of R****** walked into my office. Before that, I was just sitting quietly and typing a horror novel about how I was investigating the case of a dead girl and her killers in some abandoned building. Imagine my surprise when the head of department gave me the very case I was writing about. The assignment was this: break into an abandoned store and detain a gang of Satanists who had lured a little girl there and killed her. The plot in the manuscript was exactly the same. I decided not to give in to surprise and hide my panic about it. "Most likely, this is just a harmless joke by the chief. You know he likes to joke around like that."

That's how I convinced myself. But curiosity won out. I grabbed my bag, my service Makarov pistol, and drove my Moskvich to that very abandoned building.

Present Time.

I remember back in the day we used to climb around here with friends, goofing off, scaring each other, and now I have to climb in here again, and to a murder scene at that!

I climbed over the fence, just like in my childhood, and jumped off. Man, my knees aren't what they used to be!

I broke the door down and went inside.

Someone was sighing and grunting in here. I immediately found the source of the sound.

-What the hell! Are you alright? - I asked the wounded man.

It was a small room, in the end of this straight room there was a radiator (long since leaked). There was a man in a robe with a triangular hood. He was riddled with bullets. The handle of a knife was sticking out of the middle of his chest.

-Who did this, who are you and what are you doing here?

-I'm a member of this Satanic cult. The people standing behind you did this to me.

I turned around. I had completely forgotten about the danger that awaited me. I can't remember exactly what was in the manuscript. Because I am in it. I can't prevent anything. The only thing I saw was a man in a hood and a red mask swinging a club and - darkness.

Illusion.

I don't know how much time passed, but at least I came to. To bring me to consciousness faster, they used a shocker. I quickly came to my senses.

-Who are you? What do you want from me?

-You probably know what we want from you.

-No, I don't.

-You do!

-I don't!

I received a hearty blow to the head with a club.

-Think!

-Wait! Don't hit me! Let me think.

A few minutes passed.

-Figured it out yet?

-No.

-Hurry up.

A few more minutes passed.

Well, have you figured it out now?

-Yes. You want one of my close relatives? And after I sacrifice my loved one to you, you'll let me go?

-Exactly right!

I understood this not only because of the good shaking of my brains. I wrote this in my manuscript. It was a very difficult choice. I decided to sacrifice my father, who abandoned us when I was four years old.

-Who will you sacrifice?

-My father.

-You can't, he's not dear to you at all.

-Alright, then my brother.

-Good. But to seal the deal, you must shake hands with our leader.

A guy who looked about twenty approached me. He extended his hand, and I shook it.

-Well, that's it, the deal is done.

I found myself on the ruins of that very store. I was very surprised. "How could it have collapsed so quickly?"

Alright. I went out through the gate. There's my car, destroyed. It's clear it had been there for a very long time.