main() {
char Name[15], surnameM [15], surnameP[15], Adress[200]
int Age:
printf (“¿What is your name?”)
scanf (“%s”, &Name) ;
“They don’t know…” Said the shadow while Mark types “ But the computers mimic the human mind, their brains are programable, with your work I will be able to possess every mind that use your app, I will live for ever! Their greed will feed me!” Mark nodded while his fingers performed a complicated choreography on the keyboard, on the computer screen appeared and disappeared windows with programming language.
– I’m Done! – Mark said.
– Good boy… good boy…
As soon Teal puts one of her feet off the elevator, Miss Mayim; the old lady that fought with Mark over the branch, approached to her, “Why you and your boyfriend haven’t turned down the volume of that horrible song? Thanks to you two, no one has been able to sleep in the building, last night!” The old lady said.
– I’ll do my best… – Teal said without stop.
– “I’ll do my best?!” What the hell that suppose to mean, miss Swan??
– Leave us alone old lady, we have work to do!
Teal opens the door of the apartment; a stale smell came to her nose, something like sweat combined with rotten eggs. “Mark!” she screamed as she closed the door. “Where are you?” Teal went into the apartment with an expression on her face that did not indicate surprise. The stinky smell took her to her boyfriend’s office. “Here you are!” She said.
– I’m working – Mark said without taking his eyes off the computer’s screen.
– I see, did you finished?
– Yes, ma’am, I did… – He said like a zombie.
– So, give me the app… I need to take it to your Company, they are worried. They call me!
Mark extended his hand and gave an USB memory to Teal “I changed the sourse code, now it will be more friendly to all operating systems; Windows, Android…”
– I see… – Teal said while she crossed her hands in front Mark’s eyes, there was no reaction; he seems to be spleeping. –Try to sleep, Mark.
– No! – Mark stands up – DON’T TOUCH HER!
– What?! What?!
– He wants to hurt you… – Mark said.
– Who? Who?
– The man in the texan boots – Mark said while he points the door.
– There’s no one there, Mark… – Teal said while she opened the curtains to let the light into the room. The walls are full with satanic pentagrams drawn in red.
– Go, Teal, Go away! He wants to hurt you…!!! – Mark screamed.
Teal runs to the door “If he touches me, Mark, it will be your fault, you summoned him…!”
– Don’t worry, he won’t touch you.
Teal leaves the apartment leaving the door open.
Slowly, Mark opens his eyes; the first thing he sees is her neighbor; Miss Mayim. “W-w-w-what the hell are you doing here?!” He asked muttering.
– I saw the door open, and I entered to turn off that horrible song! – She said –But I couldn’t becuase I found you here laying down on the floor… what happened to you?
– I don’t remember… I, I, I just was listening the…
– The what?!
Mark stands up and runs to the vinyl, Miss Mayim follows him. “Mr. Passio, wait for me!”
Mark took the vinyl on his hands, he throws it to the floor and steps on it.
– What is this?! – Miss Mayim asked surprising by the satanic pentragams on the walls.
Mark looks the walls: “Who did those things?!” He asked.
– If you don’t know… – Miss Mayim answered.
Mark destroys the vinyl with his feet. “This thing is doomed!”
– Mr. Passio I think you have got a big problem here!
– Why?!
– I think you’ve been haunted! – She said with a sad expression on her face.
– How do you know that?!
– Believe me! I am expert on this kind of… “Works”
– A-a-a-are you a witch?
– Just call me a “light worker” – She answered – But, you have been attacked by a black witch or sorcerer… or something worse…
– What do you mean with “something worse”?!
– A demon Mr. Passio, A demon from hell!
– I don’t believe on this kind of nonsenses!
– It doesn’t matter if you believe or not in the truth, it still the truth!
– Ok, ok, ok…- Mark said as he sat down – You got me! What do I do, now?!
– the sorcerer, or the witch, forced you to do something, you have to figured it out what! And why…
– I don’t understand!
– Who gave you that Vinyl? – She asked.
– I don’t know! – He screamed.
– What do you remember about last night?
– Nothing… I don’t remember anything… I remember the vinyl and then… it’s all gone…
– I fell a lot of activity in this house – She said while she walking the room. Miss Mayim touches one of the pentagrams – It’s looks like blood… – She closes her eyes – There’s a lot of entities stalking… but there’s one of them that is trying to protect you… from… from – Mayim kneels – They want to hurt him…
Mark walks toward his neighbor – From what? – H e asked.
– Oh, no! – She screamed – They are hitting at him… they are going to destroy him…
– H-h-how?! Can a spirit be destroyed?
– Sure – She said, opening her eyes.
– Can we help him?
– Oh, no! – She screamed again.
– What?!!
– They are coming for us!! Run, Mister Passio, run!
– What? What?
– Run away!
Miss Mayim is lifted up by an unseen force, Mark tried to help her, but he couldn’t. – Go away! – She urged him – She is shaken against the walls – Go…
Mark runs to the door of his apartment, but he stoped when he can hear Miss Mayim’s cries for help. Miss Mayim, are you ok?! – He asked. From the room emerged six shadows with red eyes.
– Oh, no! – He said.
– They need your App for something! – Screamed Miss Mayim from inside the room – Your girlfriend have it…
– They want to hurt Teal!
– She… She… – Said the old lady.
One of the shadows returned to the room to silence her. The Shadow returned with Miss Mayim head on its hand.
Horrified, he runs toward the door, forniture flies to block him the way, the shadows are behind him, Mark can smell their rotten breath, one of them scratches his arm. “Leave alone!” He begged. At last, Mark leaves the apartment, the shadows stop in the door theshhold.
– they can’t go outside with out the permission of the succubus – Said a male voice.
– Are you the one who wants to protect me?
– Yes! Do not let the Bank’s app be published! That was done to infect human minds like my song!
The Shadows go back inside the apartment.
– Go! Now! – Screamed the man on the Texan boots.
The guitar riff has left Mark’s mind, now, “Sympathy for the Devil” sounds inside his brain over and over again without stopping; “Ah, What’s puzzling you is the nature of my game, Oh yeah… woo… woo… woo” Mark Hummed. He knows that the devil wants something from him, but Mark hasn’t still figure it out what.
The taxi finally arrived to Mark’s office, hastily he got off, but before he gave a fifty dollar bill to the driver. “Thank you” said the man with arabic accent. With surprising rapidity, Mark went up all the 5 floors, and without greeting to anyone he entered to Charles’ office.