Gloom

Chapter 14

I was standing before anyone else at home, mainly for three reasons. The first, my nightmares, already habitual, did not allow me to continue my rest. The second, I had to go to work. And the third, I had to secure each entrance of my house with holy water.

The day before, I hadn't been able to calm down for a single minute with the idea that the devil, in his rancor, would do some harm to my family as long as I accepted what he wanted.

So, being very careful not to wet the furniture or anything my mother might get upset about, I took the little bottle she had asked for in church yesterday—suppressing the tedious memory of having to accompany her to that place—and tried to draw crossings with the water, at the main entrance, at the back and at the windows. They didn't come out perfect, and to tell you the truth, they didn't quite look like crosses, but it was the only thing I could think of to try to protect my family. Much to my regret, I didn't ask the father to come bless the house