Felipe

It all started with inofensive questions.
"- Did you brush your teeth before coming here?
- Yes.
- You keep your brush in your bathroom?
- Yes, why?
- Did you that microorganism spread all over your bathroom and land at your tooth brush? Sometimes the brush causes more damage than not brushing at all."
They were all exactly like the useless conversations people use to have we their friends. Till over midnight arguing about sillyness irl ando n the interwebz. Harmless arguments, but they were predicting how things were going to be later..
Things looked normal, but the conversations were getting worsen.
"- Are you going to answer or not?
- I’ve sent you a voice message just now.
- Oh! I don’t get voice messages...
- Why?
- I don’t use Messenger anymore, all my contacts are at Trillian.
- Why? Is the 2009 version that bad?
- It’s even worst, but the problem is Microsoft is evil, did you know it’s ruled by a secret society responsable by burning Alexandria’s Library? And that messenger’s alert sounds contain subliminar messages that low down your IQ in 10 points every time you hear them?
-..."
One day, they told me He stopped going to class. They could not reach him on the telephone. Afteral, He had trowed the phone away, He did not want "they to find me only cause I asked someone to go to the movies". I got quite worryed, but there was nothing I could do. Finally, after two weeks, I found him online.
"- Man! Were have you been? You have been missing, hum?
- Do you want to tell me something?
- No, actually I wanted to ASK you something!
- Is your dog the devil?
- ?
-Your dog. Is he the devil?
- No. Why?
-Just asking.
-...
- It’s always na useful information to know if your friend’s dog is the devil.
- Sure... right... But can I ask you something?
- Later, they are coming back. I got to desconnect."
That got me pretty aprehensive. I spent days thinking about what could have happened. How could it be that someone I once considered to be one of the most inteligent people I know got so sick? And then I stopped thinking about that, four months were already gone. It’s interesthing how we can create a new routine and move on as if nothing had happened.
One day, following my new routine, I opened the front door. He was there, standing, holding a bottle of Holly water and a crucifix.
- Where is he? – he asked me.
I closed the door and hided the dog. Kept looking outside trough the window, untill he gave up and started chasing a car that was passing by, yelling that the oil that moved our cars was, actually, third world babies’ blood.
I could not help but thing that, in a certain respect, He was right. But my dog told me to stop those deliriums.