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Jilali

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Black rain

Black rain

Fantasy
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was on a large street in the city, watching the cars passing back and forth and dreaming that I was driving one of them. I used to meditate there every day at six and a half in the evening. And I would see myself, twenty years later, as one of those peopleI am driving my car through the streets of the big city, and the phone rings. I wake up from my daydream and see a number that is not registered with me. I do not answer. I have become accustomed to that. I never answer numbers I do not know, but the number keeps calling again and again, every day at six forty-five minutes for ten days. That day I decided to answer the phone and not blameExcept for myself, I pressed the call button and said "Hello," but no one answered me, but I heard the sound of someone's breathing on the phone. I repeated "Hello, Hello," and no one answered, so I felt like I had made the biggest mistake in my life. I still remember the numbers to this day, but I don't want to go back there. The next morning, my phone rang at one o'clock. Six forty-five in the morning was my friend's numberI breathed a sigh of relief as I felt as if the stranger's number had called me again.She asked that we meet at a restaurant after half an hour and said that the matter was urgent. It was Sunday and I am not used to waking up early on Sundays, but I promised her that I would be there after half an hourIn the restaurant, I looked at my watch, and it was already half past seven, and she had not yet arrived. It seemed somewhat strange, as she had never missed an appointment with me, even if she was not the one who requested the meeting. I felt that the chills that I had experienced the night before had returned. I waited another quarter of an hour, and it was done. She called her phone. The phone rang and I said, "Hello," but no one answered. I repeated "Hello," but no one answered again. I heard the same sound, the sound of someone breathing, without anyone speaking. I knew then that what was going on was much bigger than I imagined. I felt afraid and did not know what to do, but I tried to gather my courage and asked, "Who is there?If you have something against me, then I am the one you should confront, not my friends. That was right when I said it, but as soon as he hung up on me, I knew once again that I had committed the biggest mistake of my life. I quickly returned to my apartment and tried to avoid any contact with anyone. I only went up the stairs and there was the elevator. It was out of order as usual, and I was surprised to find that the door to my apartment was open and I could turn to the right insideAnd to the left, there was someone who was looking for something and perhaps he found it because I found a bedroom as I left it. I tried to find out what was missing, but I did not reach anything.Then I called the police and told them that someone had broken into my apartment, and after a few minutes they were there. They asked me some of the usual questions in situations like this, and after checking, they told me that the entrance to my apartment had a key because there was no way to break into the door. Who else had the key to my apartment? No one would just say it in my pocket. How is that possibleMy mind remained occupied with this story for a long time. I was accustomed to going back to sleep after waking up on Sunday, but it left me today. I found myself busy thinking about everyone who could do your job. Of course, I thought that perhaps it was a prank on the part of my friends to make me crazy. But I gave up on this idea because something is not easy. never .After hours of thinking, I headed to the restaurant where I used to eat lunch. It was another hour in the afternoon. I still remember that car sitting at the corner of the street. It was a blue Camry. It caught my attention because it was the first time I had seen a blue Camry. This was not normal, especially in this city. There are three cars here. Colors only, either white or whiteBlack or grey. I think that people here consider themselves to be luxurious and hold high positions, so they only choose cars that indicate luxury. The blue Camry has a story behind it, but I was not ready to research the matterIn the restaurant, I sat in my usual place and the usual waitress came to serve me and asked me as usual. I told her yes. She came back a few minutes later carrying the usual plate of food. She placed them on the table. She reached into her pocket and took out a paper and said that a man left it for me here shortly. She grabbed the paper and opened it. I could not believe what I read. I hurried to... Going out to know the man who left herBut I did not notice anything strange other than the absence of a blue Camry in the place where it was. I went back to the waitress and asked her about the appearance of a man. She said that he was somewhat tall, with blond hair, and had a tattoo in the shape of a star on his right arm. I did not know who he was at that time, at six and forty-five