The inheritance – Final
The Inheritance – Final? The Ritual I won’t bore you with the events of Tuesday. Suffice it to say that while I was trying to work, the tattoo appeared more and more frequently, and once again the voices echoed in my head, almost as if they were whispering in my ear: “You must pay the price.” “We are anxious.” “We are thirsty.” I was hoping my mother’s knowledge could clarify what kind of services these entities expected. My mother had gone out in the morning to get the items she said she needed for the ritual. At five in the afternoon, when she returned, she went straight to the attic without saying a word. For my part, I couldn’t keep working. I shut down all the computers, peripherals, etc., and started pacing around the house. …