Chapter 0. Part 0. Pilot.
Do you have an inner voice?
Life it’s strange and we all know it, but… have you ever wondered things such as “Is there anyone in the back of the car when I start driving at 4 am?” or “Does my elbow plan to take control of the forearm and then do things by itself?” or “Am I really sleeping during the night, or am I having a second life? Maybe I do creepy things as my voice keep telling stories.”.
My name is Alex and I have an inner voice telling me stuff, especially creepy things. Get a cup of coffee or tea and hang with me on this journey trying to control my mind speaking with me like this…”Or am I controlled to tell you this? Is it my mind or the rest of the world? All of them want to trick me or what is the purpose? Is this a conspiracy theory or is it real?”.
So, it all started 9 years ago, while I was in the car with my grandfather. My grandfather is an intellectual and a psychologist. In the free time he is also a business man, keeping the family business straight. We always have subjects on Psychology. He taught me how to read people by just thinking on some details I have to observe. That’s interesting, maybe I’ll show you later. As I said, in the car, going to my house after being on a walk in the woods, right on the shore of the lake. We had a setter, being with us on the walk. On the road, being spring, not all the portions with ice on the road melted down. You can imagine what happened after. On a curve, in a slope, with a break and a tree. I woke up minutes after, my grandfather being still unconscious, but relatively safe. I remember having a head injury, but nothing too serious.
The dog was dyeing…
My father woke up soon after me. The dog was squeaking. It seems that we didn’t hit the tree first, but an electricity pole. It fell on the street while we were spinning. I really loved that dog. It was my best mate as I was just a child. You know setter… curly ears, wet sniffing nose, very active and a true friend. I remember that his deep brown eyes were able to “see into your soul” as I like to say. “Was he God itself?”…” No it can’t be”. It seems that the cable from the pole somehow touched it. The dog was dyeing…
The first instinct was to save it. But at the end of the day, it seems that he saved me. “Or did he?”
“Is someone here with me in the house, watching me?”