II.

The monster threw himself on Descartes who was standing in his chair, unable to move. He was not only paralyzed by fear, but he had the impression of being tied with invisible laces. He tried in every way to get around, but in vain.

«Nooo… nooo…» – cried Descartes.

The screams did not stop the jump of that scary being who found himself in a flash on the philosopher’s body. The slime of his skin joined to the drool that came down from the mouth and went to knead the face of poor Renato.

The stench of that being was only overcome by the terror that his eyes gave off.

«Let’s see – he said with his voice mushed and full of saliva – let’s see what is real and what is not, dear Renato».

«Why?» – asked Descartes with a thread of voice.

«Why what?».

«Why did you attack me like that?».

«You should know, dear Renato» – said the little monster.

«I don’t know… I’m just a man who seeks the truth, a simple philosopher…».

«… a philosopher who did not understand that these long claws really exist, as this beautiful

dark and desolate room… not a simple hypothesis…».

«Why kill me?».

«… to prove that you were right about one thing» – he said with a terrifying grin.

«What?».

«… that I am really evil».

Descartes kept staring at the being with an incredulous air. However, that pain he felt was more than real. The blood began to run down the floor and the pungent, ferrous smell was going to mix with the stench that came out of the mouth of the evil genius.

The forces were leaving Descartes who turned his head towards the fireplace in the room and looked at the sheets of his Meditations scattered on the floor. He thought he had found the foundations of a wonderful science, but in reality, he had only awakened a dark presence that now, implacably, struck him again and again.

The view began to blur. It was dark. Then…

Giovanni Covino

[To be continued…]