(...Continuation...)

Unable to go home and sleep, he came over my house just like he used to do whenever he feels excited and desesperatly needs to talk with someone. I listened to him patiently while he was telling me about the ride he had given to the young girl. Although I was happy to see him so excited about an encounter that strange, something was bothering me inside. I had the feeling that it wasn't the first time that I've had listened to that story. My head started spinning and I felt more and more confused.

Could that be?

As a journalist, I have read and heard all kind of stories but none like the one my grandmother used to tell me when I was a child. Exactly the same story that Carlo was telling me now!Coincidence? Déja-vu? I didn't know what it was, so I've decided to talk to him about an article that I've written in the university, a couple of years ago. At first, he was a little bit ceptic, so I went to my room and searched the file about the story that I've heard so many times in my childhood. As I passed him the article, Carlo started to feel nervous. While he was reading, I saw his face went paler, his hands shaking and when he turned the page to see the photograph of the young girl, I could swear he was about to faint! My friend's new crush was a dead and beautiful image, wearing a thin white dress and a coat...Exactly like the one he had given her a couple of hours ago!!