I can say that I am a great observer; Even lying in bed I can see from my window the drops of water falling around my house, away from all discomfort and all desire. Spending my nights writing letters to a special lady, even though I know said letters will go nowhere.

The few candles I have in my bedroom are enough to allow me to write my memoirs without difficulty.

Years ago, I met the most beautiful woman in the world, her face was so beautiful that everyone smiled when they saw her reflected in the sunlight in spring; her beauty was matched only by her goodwill, her kindness, and her comfortable presence.

I loved her, and she loved me.

It was thanks to a friend that I met her for the first time. We connect instantly like two young people in love. He took her to the most expensive restaurants all the time and she ate as much as she wanted without any limitation from her parents.

His robust body, loving personality, and warm hugs during the summer were too comforting for us to get married and move away from the big cities.

I kept taking her to all the places where they served food for her until she was satisfied.

The following years were pure happiness, she was happy with her happiness and I was happy to oblige. Everything was great until one day when I came back from work I found that her heart had stopped beating.

She was dead, how was this possible? The day of her funeral, her parents were angry with me; They blamed me for the death of her little daughter and there was nothing they could do to fix it. Several ideas came to my mind since that event. The house got colder and colder as the years passed and I stayed here.

Letters keep me busy, I write to keep my memories somewhere where I know no one will be able to see the story of my life.

It was then that a light shined outside my window, then I heard thunder, the infernal noise made me startle a little when I heard it; then another sound appeared, a familiar sound... but at the same time unknown. It sounded like the roar of a lion, or a bear, maybe it could be any big and ferocious animal.

My body was paralyzed, there were no wild animals around, and it seemed like that growl came from the main bedroom. It sounded as if the creature was hungry.

I had to work up the courage to go see, it could be an intruder, it could be an animal, it could be anything but I won't find out until I get out of my four walls and take a look.

I sat on my bed, I took the candle that rested on my night table, I put on my shoes and I got up, I walked slowly to my door and then I opened it, behind it was a long and narrow corridor with little light from the moon , reflected by the transparency of the curtains that served as decoration.

That roar returned, what kind of beast could generate such a sound? I walked as quietly as possible until I reached the door at the other end of the corridor, when suddenly a monstrous scream was heard inside the room I was about to enter. ; A deep fear washed over me, a fear of whatever I might find behind the other room.

My hand grabs the doorknob, while my heart beats faster and faster and the growls from the other bedroom get out of control anxious for my arrival; until I finally open the door and see it with my own eyes!

There is nothing. Just a room wrapped in the dark of night; I took a few steps toward the center, where the candle in my hand disdainfully lights a bed as big as five people, with the softest sheets ever felt and pillows made from the best feathers in the city.

It's empty! – I said – How is it possible that the noises do not come from anywhere in my home!

When I felt that I was about to find an answer, the sound of lightning disturbed my thoughts! Then everything was calm. I stayed still for a few seconds until I heard the same growls again, but this time there was no way to discover where those sounds brought from hell itself came from.

Protected by the faint glow that emanated from my candle, I left that bedroom and closed it again. In the hallway I could see the raindrops hitting the windows while the night was illuminated by the most beautiful moon I could imagine, then that horrible sound was present again. I got mad, so I yelled at him wherever he was.

Elizabeth! - I said – For all that is good and decent! Where are you?

The tone of my voice changed from anger to deep sadness.

If there is anything I can do to please you please tell me and I will do it!

There was no answer to my pleas. The roar returned, as loud as thunder, as persistent as a cat chasing a mouse. Tormenting me from everywhere and none at once.

Collapse, throw the candle on the ground causing it to go out, kneel down and bring my hands to my face, sobbing for those unforgiving noises of greed that contaminate my entire dwelling. Knowing that she will be tormenting my poor soul, demanding something from me that I can't give her back.

The rain, the wind, the thunder, everything around me was screaming in unison desperate to get in and take what's left of my mortal flesh!

Then the atmosphere calmed down, I could hear the rain and the wind was controlled again. That's when I heard it again, the growl of a beast waiting to satiate its hunger tonight.

Scared and sunk in my thoughts an idea came to my head...

I came back to myself..., dried my tears and got up again, walked steadily to my bedroom, closed the door behind me; he was happy for the first time in years, because he knew that with her he would never be alone again in my life.