time ago, I won the battle with the kitchen door, also known as "The Monster". The door appeared years ago in a former beach house of my own. He went into the house with the excuse of being a gift from two unsuspecting friends and was greeted with enthusiasm by my mother. I frenai my vision of its many tentacles.
his first encounter with the evil soul of the past and I realized that being its purpose: to kill and possession of the house.
The tentacles of the monster were colored (to attract the victims), straw and hard cross-shaped (to strike more fear), and inevitably cling on to anyone who had the misfortune to cross the distracted its threshold. He had a slight preference for the human beings carrying something in the kitchen (even better if something reversible or grinding). At best the show could make you lose your balance slipping its tentacles everywhere, even inside the holes of the nose.
The monster had a strong hatred towards me. I was not attacking as with anyone else. He often tried to strangle me (forcing me each time to forcefully uproot some of its tentacles) and clearly wanted uccidermi.Inutili my calls to my mother was not believed, I went into analysis for a long time.
Later, in the middle of Sunday lunch, I saw him. The monster was there and watched me angry because now depleted of many of its tentacles, uprooted by me and other victims (stoves of his bullying).
For once I decided to attack.
understand my intentions of the monster attacking straw immediately tried to rebel, I made myself a sunscreen with a shield and counter-attacked with a large comb (all of which were inexplicably in the vicinity of the kitchen). The fight was an epic struggle (like that of Gandalf the White against the Balrog Lord of the Rings) but eventually the monster was defeated. In the evening I asked my mother (in effect the monster's owner) permission to get rid of it completely (the door was on the floor huddled in a corner, now exhausted). When he took his laconic ok plug Wood back with both hands and started to break it. Unfortunately, the monster was still alive and managed to get me two big cuts in the hand before the last gasp.
broken in two, I placed the limbs and the body inside a trash bag, carried it outside to put it in the bin. The next morning is brush up there and I threw the look, but I only found a cat that was my head.
The monster was gone. Somewhere, somehow. I still slept with one eye open ...
"The film will see is an account of the tragedy that happened to five young in particular Sally Hardesty and her invalid brother Franklin, and the fact that they were very young makes it all the more tragic, their young lives were cut short by events so absurd and macabre that perhaps even they would have never thought of living for them ... a summer afternoon trip turned into a nightmare and the events of that day led to the discovery of one of the most heinous crimes in American history "
(narrator at the beginning of the film)
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre - Tope Hooper - 1974
