Damn you, Amadeus!

This will not be an ordinary story. It began a long time ago, but found its unexpected turn only now. I will tell you it, I will tell everything that I know and that I remember.

The phone rang wildly. The sleepy body on the bed turned displeased to the other side, but the call did not stop for a moment. As soon as the beeps were reset, they immediately started again. He squinted his eyes heavily in order to get at least a little accustomed to the bright light of the display, he looked at the incoming call. A grimace of disgust appeared on his face. Again she. Every day she called many times trying to reach him, but he stubbornly ignored her. At first he still answered endless calls, listening to the endless chatter of a girl whom he met in a bar. He expected to spend one night with her, well, a maximum of two, and she fell in love with her ears and now does not want to let him go. It is not known what was in his brain at that moment, probably yesterday’s alcohol made itself felt, but he decided to answer and figure it out completely. The next place on the bed was already empty, the next young lady was gone before he woke up. Well, that would be so.

“Hello,” he said bluntly cheerfully into the receiver.

“Oh dear, you answered, I'm so glad I hear you again.” I did not wake you up? And, although not, I know that you’re not sleeping at such a time already, you must have been busy. Listen, I’ve found this in the store, you should see it. Let me come to you and we will go. But first, let's go to the store, you are probably hungry, and today I did not have time to cook anything. And the weather is great today ....

This went on for another fifteen minutes. She chatted nonstop. Having doomedly leaning back on the pillow, he put down the phone and closed his eyes, mumbling into the receiver that he was ready to meet her. You need to have time to put yourself in order before this abnormal comes. Before he could think about it, he opened the door with a roar.

— Imagine, I was just there, and since you can see me you decided to go right away. Oh, so you slept, huh? Sorry to wake you up. — She threw herself into his arms. The guy tactfully removed her from himself. Her eyes ran around the room in search of something and found. On the floor, shot in clutter, lay his shirt and trousers. For a moment, it seemed to him that he noticed understanding in her eyes, but blinked realized that there could be nothing in those eyes.

— Come on, get ready, I'll wait for you here. — The girl settled in a chair with her legs crossed.

Fifteen minutes later, they went out into the street, and he still could not say a few words to her, it was impossible to squeeze into this rattling. They turned a corner to the nearest cafe in search of food. Clutching his hand tightly in his hand, the girl walked beside him all the same without stopping.In the cafe, at the table, she finally became silent actively absorbing food, and when she tried to say something, she choked great and left this venture. The guy silently watched this picture and thought about how to tell her everything and quickly escape. Today, other things and other meetings await him. Yesterday's girl left her phone number and sent an SMS with a request to repeat. He agreed to this and already desired this meeting, it was only necessary to get rid of this. Suddenly, his eyes darkened and became cold. Someone covered his face with his cold hands. Judging by the aroma, it was a girl, and a voice behind her ear confirmed it.

— Hi dear. What an unexpected meeting. And who is this with you?

The guy turned his head in the hope of recognizing the speaker, her face seemed painfully familiar, but he could not remember.

— Excuse me, who are you?

— Well then, you do not remember? That evening on the beach, we swam, and you came up to me with a friend. That night was unforgettable for the three of us.

Then a smile of understanding lit up his face. Yes, he remembered those two beauties that he picked up then on the beach. After they went to him, drank lightly and spent a wonderful night together.

The girl at the table looked at all this with undisguised horror. Her eyes were bloodshot and angry. She jumped up, knocking over the table.

— What's going on here? Her voice was more like the roar of an angry lion. The guy looked at it all in surprise. Of course, he knew that she was crazy, but did not even suspect that so.

“What did you count on?” You and I are not dating. I am a free man and now I have an appointment with another girl. I have long wanted to tell you, but you did not give me a word to say. I don’t want to be with you, I don’t want you to call me, write me or ask for a meeting.

He turned to the shocked girl and said naively.

— Sorry. Nonsense is happening.

The guy got up from the table and already wanted to go to the exit, but this crazy woman got in his way.

“I knew that you were with many girls, that almost every night you had a different one.” I followed you and I know everything about you. So listen carefully. — From her voice, everyone present felt cold inside. “I curse you for wandering the earth forever.” Your suffering will be your life. You can only live normally if no living soul is harmed by your lust anymore. Otherwise, terrible torment and pain await you. You will always be attracted to girls and you will not be able to resist your lust. Damn Amadeus.

With such words, she sharply turned around in high heels and went off in an unknown direction. A deathly silence hung in the hall. A few dozen eyes looked at him. Some are judgmental, others with sympathy.

A few weeks had already passed since that day, he no longer heard of that girl. Gradually, he stopped shuddering at night from nightmares and the sound of her voice echoing in his ears every minute he was alone. On one of the relatively calm days, he decided to drink and relax. Feet themselves led him to the nearest bar. Double whiskey did the trick. Warmth and pacification spilled over the body. Music was playing in the hall, the dim light created an atmosphere of comfort, and the voices mixed into one obscure hum. Then his gaze fell on one charming brunette who sat alone and sipped a cocktail. Blood alcohol and craving for the fair sex did the trick. The legs themselves carried him to her.

— Allow me to sit next to you? He gave her his most charming smile. The girl smiled coquettishly, inviting her to a free chair.

— I'm Helen. She said warmly. — And you?

— My name is Amadeus. May I offer you another cocktail?

“Thank you, I've already had enough to drink today.” Maybe we will not waste time and go straight to me? Or to you? Don’t you mind switching to “you”?

The guy was taken aback, but quickly pulled himself together.

— Of course I do not mind. Come to me.

They paid and went out into the night. On the street there was dripping light but cold rain, wet asphalt glistened from the light of lanterns. However, they were not allowed to admire the beauty of the night city, a taxi was already standing at the entrance waiting for customers.

The night of wild passion did not end in any way; they were heard, perhaps, until the end of another quarter. A few hours later, a wild cry of horror rang out of the room. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and could not believe his eyes. Her cheeks began to peel, falling off pieces and opening bones. He clasped his hands over his face, but immediately removed them shouting in pain. His new passion ran to him in the bathroom, but when he saw the reflection in the mirror, she fell unconscious. The guy rushed to the phone, instantly remembering that crazy and her words of curse. In the many call lists with trembling hands, I still could not find her number. Here he is! But here he was disappointed. Room was unavailable. Closing his eyes in pain, he staggered and fell painfully hitting his head on the washbasin. He woke up closer to dinner, his head hurt, but this worried him last. He remembered the horror that he saw in the mirror and his hands involuntarily stretched to his face. There was no pain. Having risen with difficulty, he nevertheless ventured to look at himself again. The reflection showed him himself without any defects. I had to blame everything on alcohol and fatigue, but the challenge of that abnormal said otherwise. He still called her. It would be worthwhile to deal with what is happening, but first you need to find out where the night girl went. Walking through the apartment, he did not find a single mention of the fact that she was here. Is he really all this fancy? He again went to the same bar and asked the bartender if he had seen with whom he was leaving yesterday. The bartender looked at him in surprise, raising his eyebrow slightly.

“Sir, you left yourself yesterday.”

So it’s definitely a fancy. And so there is nothing to worry about.

“Pour me a drink.” My head hurts terribly. Double whiskey.

“This very minute, sir.”

Having gulped up a glass, Amadeus leaned back in his chair.

He was no longer leaving the bar alone. A gorgeous red-haired girl accompanied him by the arm, chirping merrily about something. Twilight in his apartment, prudently placed candles, light music, cognac on the table and two naked bodies resting in bed after a hectic time. Amadeus closed his eyes, but immediately opened them. Turning his head, he saw her face, the face that cursed him.

“Your curse will never leave you alone.” Take a look at your hands.

Silently obeying, he lowered his eyes. The skin on the hands began to clothe and fall off in pieces, exposing the bones.

“You are damned.” Forever.

The vision was scattered, Amadeus looked at his hands again, everything was in order, but even through the dim light there were visible dark spots on the bed. Looking closely, he realized that it was blood. His blood. The girl next to him slept with her legs crossed, and he still could not get rid of these visions.

For a whole year he tried to figure out what was going on. Each time a girl appeared in his bed he saw how pieces fell off his body, but every time everything returned to normal. It was like this all the time and he was already used to it and put up with it. Exactly until the moment when the next girl did not call again. Unsuspecting he met her, they had a great time, and then she called again and again and again and again. Their meetings became regular, which soon bothered him and he decided to break up with her. In one of the meetings he asked not to come again and that their dates were over. He saw how a lump came up to her throat, as tears welled in her eyes. The girl left the apartment in tears, quietly closing the door behind herself, leaving him alone. Amadeus took a bottle of cognac, but immediately dropped it from pain in his hands. Looking at his palms, he realized that the curse was beginning to act again and tried to wake up. One palm peeled off and slammed to the floor. The pain was unbearable. Grasping his aching hand, he ran screaming around the room. Every minute it was getting worse, his eyes darkened and he turned off. He came to himself from pain in his hand. The palm was in place, but it was terribly sick and covered in blisters. Hastily rewinding with a bandage, Amadeus went to the hospital, where he was given an injection and the burn was treated. After a couple of days, the pain subsided. It's amazing how short human memory is. And how life teaches nothing to those who so need lessons. In less than two weeks, another victim was again in his arms. It was an innocent girl whom he conquered with his charisma. She looked at him like a god, and he admired her beauty. Surprisingly, she did not succumb to his persuasion to go to him, the only thing he was allowed to do was to hold her hand and hug her whenever he wanted. They walked around the city, talked, fed pigeons, listened to music, but she did not allow any hint of anything more. And then he realized that women are not only for love pleasures, but can be very interesting interlocutors. Previously, he regarded them only as an object to satisfy his physiological needs. Days, weeks passed, and their communication continued. Amadeus realized that he loved this innocent flower more than anything else. He wanted to be near her, he gladly answered her calls, wrote messages to her, met and escorted him to her house.He liked to bury herself in her hair and inhale its fragrance. There were no more nightmare visions. Yes, the trouble is, more than two months have passed since I met her, and they have never been close. This drove him crazy, he wanted her, wanted to get what he used to get. She resolutely refused to his persuasion and said that it was not the time. Then common sense left him and he went to the bar in search of a girl for one night, because bed comfort for him never meant anything in terms of relationships. It was an animal instinct mixed with a curse. He was drawn to do it with the first comer. And he did. Out of habit, getting drunk and bringing her to his home.

Two naked bodies intertwined and did not notice how the door quietly opened, how easy it was to walk around the room and froze in indecision. Tears appeared in his eyes. His new passion was the first to notice the newcomer and stopped.

— What's the matter? — asked Amadeus in confusion, but she only nodded somewhere behind her. The horror of awareness of what was happening rolled over him faster than he turned around. She stood by the bed. Silently watching his reaction. He did not find what to say. The words at that moment were over and nothing came to mind. A new vision appeared as unexpectedly as ever. He saw how large chunks of flesh began to come off the body, how blood spilled over the bed, he heard a cry of horror from all sides. He shouted and someone else. His eyes dimmed, and then they fell out. A few minutes later, a skeleton lay on the bed, and around the dark slurry lay the remains of his flesh. Empty eye sockets looked nowhere, and a crazy girl leaned over her body whispering into his empty skull.

“Did you really think that I would let you go so easily?” No, death is a present for you. Your body has died, but you will remain here. You will observe how your beloved is losing her mind from what she has seen, the realization of the inevitable will drive your spirit crazy. Only once a year will you return to your body, walk, breathe, feel, but you never dare to approach her. Otherwise, she will die, and you will be deprived of the opportunity to return. Stupid Amadeus, you will never harm anyone again.

Epilogue

The girls watched in horror as the young man disintegrated into pieces, how he screamed, so far he could scream, and then everything calmed down. His beloved rushed to the skeleton, but there was no longer life in it, she only felt the cold that swept through the room and slammed with a window leaf flew out into the street.

Her hair turned gray for several days, and her tongue refused to utter words. A horror of memories rolled up every time she closed her eyes. Doctors said that these are consequences of stress and shock. And after half a year she was locked up in a mental hospital. Six months later, when she was sitting in her room, a piercing cold burst into the room, but then disappeared.

Below, under the windows of the hospital, a young man stood, he watched with longing as his lover swayed from side to side. Bloody tears streamed down his cheeks.