An ordinary man

An ordinary man

There lived a man. Interesting, huh? Honestly worked, went to church every Sunday, paid the taxes. You could say, a normal person. May say so, but this is not true, because what it means to normal? Complete definition of normal human being does not exist. But this particular man, however, was different.

Apartment blocks - single cells of human living space. Apartment occupied by the family must be functional, comfortable, nice. Sometimes it is. Such a small space is also very large and very small box to indicate your person. Not people. Personality.Marilyn Monroe

The man in question, he was one flat in the block. He lives in him since birth, can not imagine the house in another place. Lives alone. Not talking to neighbors, because what? Lady across the street - a mother with three children and husband-drunk again, it starts to pour their grievances, a pensioner on the right do not know any other subject than TV ... and so on ...

Fortunately, at home feel secure. Another moment and the end count the rows of numbers in the office, where he works, wsiądzie a bus back home ... Do a dinner, a solid, such as likes. Turn on the radio. I finally come to her room. THIS room.
Joni Mitchell
It's a small room, but for that man to say very much. Therefore, this man still holds the room locked. And padlock. And the chain. One would think that the fears of the peace, and in some sense, the subconscious of one of the plane is so. The kids were surprised, why one, the only window in the block is painted black. Najbezczelniejszy with gangs of youngsters lurked in the morning a man at the entrance of the block, when he went out to work, and asked. The man answered him, just turned his head and went on.

But we are now with him when the draw from the drawer, dig a heap of clothes from the keys to peace. GMER them when the locks, opens the door. Lights.
Liza Minnelli
There is no room in this large, crystal chandelier, which would shine the whole room, giving it a white glow. Not what was at stake. Instead, there is one, already very weak and handled bulb, shielded Spartan shade. Gives light normally associated with melinami cheerful. But such light fits here. Brighter light zburzyłoby whole elaborate structure. Design team's own personality in the real world, as might be included in a comprehensible word what was in that room. Something which a man devotes most of his life.
Bette Midler
The room was full of bookshelves. And again - not those of the panes and beautiful veneers. They were rather the library shelves, in dark brown, shabby and destroyed. But it is not well for it. It's about the book. If you can be so called. But the first element that caught the attention of the visitor to this room is a wall. Yes. Plastered on the same floor-to-ceiling yellowed sheets of paper. You probably do not need to add that these were the cards from the Bible. And the Koran. And the Torah. The texts of the pages related to the divine justice and to overcome Satan. The red side was selected from a fragment of the Bible: "My name is Legion, for we are many" ... Is a matter of the books on the shelves. The paper was made to them by hand, forged cards with a calendar and old newspapers. The paper is thick, gray and shapeless. But again, a beautiful white writing paper would be inappropriate. Cards notebook together is strange. Hair. Do not worry - a man shearing the front of the mirror and foil bag carefully to meet your hair. So finely made books a man filled the Gothic, a small letter. Writes to them what he feels when reading a newspaper. Watch television. Ethel MermanPasses through their town. Sometimes, at the moment of inspiration, write a poem, adorned with a drawing, "That is the abyss, nothing more than a portal to the bone. Here in the heart of darkness of the universe makes the impossible real." Placed next to the gate of a sketch made from the ribs. Sketch may not be done professionally, but it certainly created with passion. One shelf is special. The man put his "beloved book by Lovercrafta; they liked most about the Ancients, dormant demons, powerful as gods; albums of paintings, full of vision for patients. The man looked over the books of the anointing, he did so rarely, but when he felt calm and safe. "Quite simply, this serial killer, you probably have furniture made of human skin," say many. Wrong. This man has never hurt nobody. Does not feel such a need. Why, then, is interested in something like this? She likes the dead? Nekrofil one? Afraid of death? Accustomed to her? Wants to improve the world by saving your bitterness on cards? It is not known.
Moms Mabley
Do not know what to who bears within himself, whether you or I, left alone with him, not zaczęlibyśmy create something ... hm ... custom. But that's what makes who, no matter where, or in his own mind, and after an hour it forgets, or in a small room lined with cards of the Bible, as long as this does not harm himself and others have no right to interfere in it. Unfortunately ... los lobe tricks ...

Fire. In the block where the man lived. Erupted in the apartment below the cage. It happened in the absence of the man in the middle of the day. People do not say firefighters, who lives there, they did not know or did not want to say. Firefighters entered the apartment of human thinking that maybe someone living there who can not get out of their own home; just thinking wyważyli door of a small room. Why? When asked, they did not know, just surprised they view as zaryglowanych doors inside the apartments. And it happened.Loretta Lynn

Someone commits murder in the area. Ritual. Cut out the crosses on the foreheads of the victims and leave the pages of the Bible with highlighted passages that speak of God's Court. This type of story. It is known, on whom fell in the first suspicion. The man had submitted testimony, but failed. Hanged himself in his own apartment in his room. Why? Because too many naczytał about this death, says some. He was afraid of punishment, but now I know who to kill, says others. Everyone is wrong. The man decided to end life, not because he feared punishment, because he was innocent. Not because naczytał about death, because it is simply a shallow subject. So why? What are you afraid of? He was afraid of people, who had already looked at him strangely, and now inevitably przeszliby to insults, knocking on his door, perhaps even to the lynching. Therefore, surrendered to despair and ended his life.Ida Lupino

One last thing. Serial killer dokonującym ritual murder was a drunkard husband who lives opposite the man. No longer commits murder and he was never caught. No, please. And as if a mere man.

Small info: Writing the text was due to narrowness of flats in blocks. Sam lived in a fairly spacious house for two weeks I was forced to live in M-3 and almost ześwirowałem to rest. Besides, you never know what is hidden in man. But this topic is extremely rich and still create something here ... :)