It was running after me. I didn’t want to look backwards at that moment. It started in the cemetery and there was no stop, no time to rest. I had to hide myself somewhere. I couldn’t breath anymore, but had continued to run. The curiosity damped out my fear and I looked. I saw the Will-o’-the-wisp coming. It was my end... Suddenly it disappeared before my eyes as by magic. But wait!! How stupid I am!! I studied this yesterday. I’ve been stalked by the combustion of phosphine and methane. How chicken-hearted I am! Yes, you can laugh if you want.
Etienne Paul Lionel Clément
Rodrigo Marques da Silva
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