IDENTITY DISORDER

In a little room filled with shelves and books, illuminated by a candelabrum, behind the red curtain that cover the door, appears the shadow of one hand, during a second the hand was immobile and act followed take _ an old book of the central shelves, between Pride and Prejudice of Jane Austen, published in 1815 and The Maltese Falcon writted by Dashiell Hammett, quickly desappers.

In the same room, in fronte the central shelve we saw two large windows, with the red curtain through which the blinding daylight of summer illuminated the dark room. A man with the appearance of being about 60 years old, enters the room with a large box full of books, with the intention of placing them on the shelf.when he realizes that his favorite book is missing, which was between two great classics, so he starts looking for it in the room leaving the box of books on top of a small table next to a chair.

we are in the garden of an incredible house, in the lawn we see the body of a woman who lacks a finger, does not reach the age of 50, is dead.At that very moment, a man with a frightened look comes out of the house, trying to understand how to arrive there that woman unknown to him. Once she regains lucidity, she rushes into the house, grabs the kitchen phone and dials 112. A young woman with a trembling voice answers the phone asking if something has happened, the man explains what happened.

In the same garden we see many uniformed men collecting all the information they can about the crime that has appeared in that place. A woman with a more experienced appearance than the rest, once all examined gives permission to two of his men to remove the body and take it to the morgue.

we're back at the home of the man with the books, who is sitting on his couch with a cup of reading you absorbed in one of his books, The portrait of Dorian Gray, when the phone rings and a mysterious voice tells him that a woman To death, our man is totally stunned and with trembling pulse before letting a tear out of his eyes and sliding down his face.

The years go by and our man falls very ill and I decide to donate all his books to an organization before losing his life. When he is opening them for the last time before packaging them, he observes that that book, which he had lost before his beloved lost his life without any reason, was on the side shelf covered by a fabric of that woman's favorite color, disoriented, he opens the book with the intention of reading it for the last time, but unfortunately for him he sees the evidence that indicates who was the lady's killer, he cut the finger that was missing, and that horrible dream that he had since that event, It became a reality. That man suffered a personality disorder, so when he killed the woman he was not conscious, but his dreams reminded him day and night while he slept.

A FAILED BURGLARY

Five years ago, when I was 12 years old a burglar broke into my house while I was babysitting for
my little brother. At Athens time my brother was only 6 years old and this bad experience affected
him for a long time after.

It was 10 o’clock in the evening and my mom had left two hours before, we were sitting on the sofa
watching TV when suddenly we heard a noise coming from the dining room. I got up and went to
find out what was happening. I saw that the kitchen window was open and I knew that my mother
had closed all the windows and doors before she had left. I went back to my brother and told them
that he had to come upstairs with me and that we were going to play hide and seek.

At first he did not want to come because he was watching his favorite programmer Inazuma eleven
but I convinced him by offering him some sweets. When we got upstairs I hid my brother inside a
wardrobe in my mum’s bedroom and I told him not to make a noise. I hid behind the door and rang
my mum.

However she didn’t answer the phone so I rang the police. They told me they would come
immediately and that I should not move from the bedroom. Five minutes later I heard someone
coming upstairs and a man dressed in black with hoodie came into the bedroom. Unfortunately my
little brother had found a game boy in the wardrobe and just as the man came in the device made
a noise. The man went towards the wardrobe so I got hold of a baseball bat that my mom hidden
behind the door and I hit the man on the head. The man fell onto the floor and I thought that I had
murdered him. The police suddenly arrived and called an ambulance. Then my mom came home
and found the ambulance and police cars outside the house and she nearly fainted in shock.

The next day the story was in the headlines and I was called a hero for having defended my brother.
Luckily the man didn’t die, but after that I did not want to stay alone at home.