"Nooooo!!!"
It had no fixed time; they just couldn't hear it anymore! Every Friday night, at any given hour, those screams and noises drove the neighbourhood crazy.
He was a nice man, he had a nice job, he led a nice life, overall. But on Fridays....
On Fridays, it was it! He would always be afraid to fall asleep, and tried to organize late night parties every Friday, or go to some friends' party, or to a nightclub - anything but falling asleep at his home on Fridays. But he could never make it... Somehow or other, inevitably, he would end up falling asleep on his bed, on Fridays...
They scheduled a meeting in the city hall, on Saturday. They decided they had to take action - again! They couldn't take it anymore, they couldn't bear it anymore, they wouldn't bear it anymore. They would have to smash that statue again, and the following Friday would be the day.
Like every Friday, this Friday also he was afraid to fall asleep. But after dinner, he felt so bad that he couldn't avoid it - the nightmare was going to begin...
They were prepared, just waiting for the first scream... They were all gathered in the central square, around the statue, armed with big clubs and huge hammers and axes. They knew it would happen this Friday too, as every Friday it did - there was no doubt in anyone's mind.
Loud and clear voice, slowly but surely turning into sleepy murmur... "I don't want to fall asleep! I won't fall asleep! I don't want to fall asleep..." but he did, and it began... It was a terrible nightmare: he would see a strange landscape running below him and then, suddenly, find himself right in the middle of a square, all suited up, with an executive bag in his left hand, staring upwards to the sky, right hand awkwardly pointing towards a faraway, yet familiar, blue planet - the problem was he couldn't move... "I'm statued up... again!" And then he couldn't get a hold of himself: "No! Noo! Nooooo!!!" But this time it was different, something unusual happened in this nightmare...
That was it! They had just been waiting for that scream... They ran towards the center of the square, climbed the pedestal, jumped on top of that wretched statue and started to bang it, smash it, ram it with those monstruous hammers and axes and clubs. It was so fulfilling and savagely satisfying - they were finally discharging their long-built rage and frustration against that alien being's statue, wearing strange clothing, pointing toward that faraway blue sphere in the sky... And so it was over, the statue was no more, the only evidence of its existence being tiny bits and pieces on the pavement, envolved in a strange, thick red liquid, surrounding the empty and badly damaged pedestal in the center of the square - just how they liked it. They went back to their homes, alas relieved.
Post Scriptum
When she bought that mansion, she was warned: the owner had died there, in a strange mysterious fashion, quite a few months ago. He was always afraid to fall asleep, they said, specifically on Fridays, and one such Friday it ended; the maid found him in his room, on his bed, on a Saturday morning, dressed with a torn, bloody suit, all smashed up, his work suitcase lying on the floor next to the bed, also completely smashed...
But she didn't mind it, she didn't worry about it. After all, all places had a history, you couldn't really care about all of that or else you'd never grab a bargain, right? She moved in and the first night she was going to spend there was a Friday; she would prove everyone there was nothing wrong about it. But at the middle of the night... "Nooooo!!!"
Out of nowhere, another statue had appeared in the middle of the square, again with the screams, again pointing toward the blue sphere in the sky. Although they couldn't understand why was this happening, what kind of curse was this that disturbed their neighbourhood constantly, they knew what they needed to do...
It had no fixed time; they just couldn't hear it anymore! Every Friday night, at any given hour, those screams and noises drove the neighbourhood crazy.
He was a nice man, he had a nice job, he led a nice life, overall. But on Fridays....
On Fridays, it was it! He would always be afraid to fall asleep, and tried to organize late night parties every Friday, or go to some friends' party, or to a nightclub - anything but falling asleep at his home on Fridays. But he could never make it... Somehow or other, inevitably, he would end up falling asleep on his bed, on Fridays...
They scheduled a meeting in the city hall, on Saturday. They decided they had to take action - again! They couldn't take it anymore, they couldn't bear it anymore, they wouldn't bear it anymore. They would have to smash that statue again, and the following Friday would be the day.
Like every Friday, this Friday also he was afraid to fall asleep. But after dinner, he felt so bad that he couldn't avoid it - the nightmare was going to begin...
They were prepared, just waiting for the first scream... They were all gathered in the central square, around the statue, armed with big clubs and huge hammers and axes. They knew it would happen this Friday too, as every Friday it did - there was no doubt in anyone's mind.
Loud and clear voice, slowly but surely turning into sleepy murmur... "I don't want to fall asleep! I won't fall asleep! I don't want to fall asleep..." but he did, and it began... It was a terrible nightmare: he would see a strange landscape running below him and then, suddenly, find himself right in the middle of a square, all suited up, with an executive bag in his left hand, staring upwards to the sky, right hand awkwardly pointing towards a faraway, yet familiar, blue planet - the problem was he couldn't move... "I'm statued up... again!" And then he couldn't get a hold of himself: "No! Noo! Nooooo!!!" But this time it was different, something unusual happened in this nightmare...
That was it! They had just been waiting for that scream... They ran towards the center of the square, climbed the pedestal, jumped on top of that wretched statue and started to bang it, smash it, ram it with those monstruous hammers and axes and clubs. It was so fulfilling and savagely satisfying - they were finally discharging their long-built rage and frustration against that alien being's statue, wearing strange clothing, pointing toward that faraway blue sphere in the sky... And so it was over, the statue was no more, the only evidence of its existence being tiny bits and pieces on the pavement, envolved in a strange, thick red liquid, surrounding the empty and badly damaged pedestal in the center of the square - just how they liked it. They went back to their homes, alas relieved.
Post Scriptum
When she bought that mansion, she was warned: the owner had died there, in a strange mysterious fashion, quite a few months ago. He was always afraid to fall asleep, they said, specifically on Fridays, and one such Friday it ended; the maid found him in his room, on his bed, on a Saturday morning, dressed with a torn, bloody suit, all smashed up, his work suitcase lying on the floor next to the bed, also completely smashed...
But she didn't mind it, she didn't worry about it. After all, all places had a history, you couldn't really care about all of that or else you'd never grab a bargain, right? She moved in and the first night she was going to spend there was a Friday; she would prove everyone there was nothing wrong about it. But at the middle of the night... "Nooooo!!!"
Out of nowhere, another statue had appeared in the middle of the square, again with the screams, again pointing toward the blue sphere in the sky. Although they couldn't understand why was this happening, what kind of curse was this that disturbed their neighbourhood constantly, they knew what they needed to do...
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