Sunday Horror
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"All of my muscles has started swelling up by horror I just faced." Lucretia said while fixating her eyes on the glasses over the table. "What is it?What is Sunday Horror?" Martine said while adjusting his armchair. "Let me tell you, then we can decide," Lucretia said while shifting her eyes on him. "Very well! You can proceed." Martine said. "I could see myself sitting in an upholstered armchair right in front of the window. You can feel the serene scene in your DNA as if all it was me." Lucretia said with a demented look on her face. "I don't understand, the scene was you?" Martine asked looking all confused. Lucretia smiled eerily to his question. "I was in my abuelito's cabin. We have three bedrooms adjacent to one another with a dining space connected with the kitchen. Adjacent to the living room we have a hallway which straight leads to our small, relatively oval, shallow pristine pond in the middle of i