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Chapter 3 No.3

The man works on the bank's app all the night with the music rumbling at loud, the beeps on his computer resambled the melody of the damn vinyl; C sharp, D major, D sharp, C major, G minor, C major, D sharp, C major, D sharp, G minor. "You must do what I tell you" said the shadow with a familiarity that he didn't recognized. "#include<stdic.h>""Mark typed on the computer…

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…

VII

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.

VIII

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!