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The author being a true horror-story lover, he takes the reader to the gloomy town of Mirkland, where Robert Denver struggles to find out why the rain is causing him so much trouble and fear. Don't expect the most thrilling of stories; this is just a good idea. Give it a try and let me know if you agree with me: have you ever seen a movie with this plot?

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Release dateJun 9, 2014
ISBN9789974995192
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    Overcast - Juan Andrés Farías

    OVERCAST

    J.A.F.

    OVERCAST

    By Juan Andrés Farías

    Copyright 2014 Juan Andrés Farías – All rights reserved

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    Author email: juanfarpa@gmail.com

    Chapter 1

    Robert was a history teacher who lived in Mirkland, a quiet town full of beautiful landscapes, immersed in nature. His house was located in an alley, or to be precise, in a dirt road bordering on a large pine grove. It was a big house, similar to most of the other houses in town. In the front there was an elm and two ash trees.

    As it was the fall, all the houses in Mirkland were strewn with colorful leaves.

    One day, Robert was driving home in his car when he saw that his neighbor from across the road was in need of help:

    Hi, Julia, he greeted his neighbor who lived three houses away from his.

    Good morning, Robby! she answered.

    Seconds later, he saw Mrs. Hoyle:

    Mrs. Hoyle! Wait there. Let me help you, shouted Robert from inside the car, approaching his house.

    Mrs. Hoyle was a lovable 76-year-old woman who lived almost opposite Robert’s. At that very moment, she was lying face up in front of her house, an empty bucket in her hand and the water from it spilled on the ground.

    Robert pulled over at once, stepped out of his car and hurried to help Mrs. Hoyle, who, despite all attempts, couldn’t get to her feet:

    Oh, honey! Always so kind, said she while Robert was trying to lift her.

    Come on, Mrs. Hoyle! Forget the courtesy, said Robert, and finally managed to get her to her feet:

    Are you all right? he asked.

    Yes, honey, said Mrs. Hoyle a little dizzy, her feet soaked in the water from the bucket. I think I just grazed my bottom, that’s all. Thank you very much.

    Mrs. Hoyle had all the virtues a person could have except one, which, unfortunately, was not unimportant, for no one could make her see that she was too old to live alone. Her obstinacy on that matter was incomparable.

    Please, Molly, take a seat, Robert urged her after drawing up one of the chairs in the porch.

    Mrs. Hoyle showed some hesitation, but finally agreed.

    You sure you’re all right?

    Yes, Robby, don’t worry, she said indifferently, but Robert noticed how she furtively took her left hand to her hip.

    I made a delicious apple pie. Let me give you a piece, she offered changing the subject, trying to get up again.

    No, please. Stay there, Molly. You shouldn’t move now, said Robert as clearly as possible, trying to conceal his nervousness.

    Mrs. Hoyle always offered Robert some tasty dessert that she made herself, but that wasn’t the right time to do it, Robert thought.

    Don’t worry, son, protested Molly, struggling to her feet until she managed to stand up straight.

    Paying no attention to Robert’s words, Mrs. Hoyle went into the house, swinging her hips on the way.

    Knowing she wouldn’t stop, Robert walked behind her with his arms open, prepared to prevent any possible fall.

    Robert took great care of her, just like the other neighbors, because she was a very kind and generous person and was something like a town legend, for she had lived there all her life. Unfortunately, Mrs. Hoyle was beginning to feel the symptoms of old age, and including that one, she had suffered seven falls in the last two years. Luck had been on her side, for she hadn’t had any broken bones or serious injuries; but one thing was more than certain: her bones were as strong as an ox. Her robust health had allowed her to live alone for ten years, since her husband had died and her daughter had moved abroad. But she was not healthy enough anymore to keep living alone. Her daughter had told her so, but she refused to all changes. Not for financial reasons, Mrs. Hoyle was determined to fend for herself.

    Molly Hoyle pushed the front door to her house open, just as her beige cat (Maarten) squeezed out. The cat wound through her legs and that made Robert a little more nervous. At that moment all he wanted was that nothing affected her fragile balance.

    While Molly was entering, Robert had a look at the living room, which was pretty clean and tidy. The apple pie lay intact in a circular pan on the table. It looked really tempting, but he was not in the mood for that. Anyway, he had no choice but to escort Mrs. Hoyle to table and accept her offerings.

    Finally, she decided to sit down.

    It was not her best dessert, but the apple pie tasted very good.

    Chapter 2

    A few minutes later, everything seemed to go back to normal (or almost normal). Robert had sampled Mrs. Hoyle’s delicious pie and, after installing her in the living room armchair, he returned home.

    It had not been a good beginning of day. It was Sunday midday and Robert came from his cousin’s house, some 100 km away from Mirkland. He had decided to pay him a visit on Saturday and meant to stay until Sunday night, but it wasn’t possible due to an urgent call from his cousin’s work.

    What was gonna be a delicious barbecue for lunch would become an ordinary meal. Mrs. Hoyle’s apple pie had been very tasty, but it couldn’t count as a whole meal.

    Once at home, the first he did was open the fridge, where he found an orange juice and a pizza from Friday. That would be enough. He installed himself in his comfortable sofa, drew up a footstool to raise his legs and, after switching on his 29-inch television, started to eat.

    From above the TV, the stony glance of a mustachioed man wearing a black suit crossed the room. To his right, a beautiful landscape of greenery and waterfalls could be felt, hypnotizing all those who yielded to its charms.

    Robert loved paintings. Of all kinds and sizes, they were hanging all over his enormous house, creating a mosaic of sceneries. Anyway, it

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