Post by account_disabled on Dec 11, 2023 6:09:55 GMT
Remo tried to resist, to command his limbs, but his body no longer responded. Remo Magnani had become an automaton. He walked around the bedroom without a fixed destination, then went out and headed towards the front door. His hand removed the latch and grabbed the handle. No. Stop. Remo went out onto the landing. Now he was crying silently, the tears still seeming under his direct control. He tried to scream, to make someone hear him, but he couldn't. The legs moved again, towards her neighbor's house, to the apartment next door.
An arm rose straight towards the bell. No! He could feel his nerves Phone Number Data tightening, but he couldn't stop the movements. The index finger pressed the button and a ringing sound broke the silence. A continuous sound. Lacerating in the nocturnal void. A soft voice came from inside. Steps, noises. Someone approaching. Look through the peephole. It's me, help me! The door opened. «Mr Magnani, what happened? Stop it, stop playing. What happened?" Remo Magnani cried and cried as he continued to ring the doorbell. The woman turned off the power and silence returned. «Mr Magnani, can you hear me?» Remo remained fixed in that position, without responding, with his finger pressing, pressing, pressing.
When the police arrived several minutes later, it took two officers to remove him from there and take him into the house. “Tell me everything from the beginning,” said the doctor. «Don't leave anything out, relax and start telling.» After the doorbell incident, the inspector had recommended that Remo see a psychotherapist. He gave him the name of a doctor who collaborated with the police station and Remo promised to call him. In reality he thought about it for a few days, then made up his mind and made an appointment. And now he was sitting in front of a stranger, ready to confess things that normal people don't usually believe. Tell me everything from the beginning.
An arm rose straight towards the bell. No! He could feel his nerves Phone Number Data tightening, but he couldn't stop the movements. The index finger pressed the button and a ringing sound broke the silence. A continuous sound. Lacerating in the nocturnal void. A soft voice came from inside. Steps, noises. Someone approaching. Look through the peephole. It's me, help me! The door opened. «Mr Magnani, what happened? Stop it, stop playing. What happened?" Remo Magnani cried and cried as he continued to ring the doorbell. The woman turned off the power and silence returned. «Mr Magnani, can you hear me?» Remo remained fixed in that position, without responding, with his finger pressing, pressing, pressing.
When the police arrived several minutes later, it took two officers to remove him from there and take him into the house. “Tell me everything from the beginning,” said the doctor. «Don't leave anything out, relax and start telling.» After the doorbell incident, the inspector had recommended that Remo see a psychotherapist. He gave him the name of a doctor who collaborated with the police station and Remo promised to call him. In reality he thought about it for a few days, then made up his mind and made an appointment. And now he was sitting in front of a stranger, ready to confess things that normal people don't usually believe. Tell me everything from the beginning.