Ar fionraĂ mar shuĂomh insinte, i dtrilleoirĂ mar spĂĄs torthĂșil liteartha is ea a mbaintear iad na sĂĄrdhĂoltĂłirĂ sĂ©asĂșracha is coitianta, dĂ©anann gach Ășdar a shaothair uathĂșil.
Shari lapena chum sĂ© an scĂ©insĂ©ir baile nĂł ar a laghad chuir sĂ© nĂos mĂł Ă©ilimh air. Cad de JS Monroe Is Ă© an scĂ©insĂ©ir Ăł chiontacht, Ăł aifĂ©ala, gar do mheabhair mar gheall ar dislocation a rugadh ag an mbĂĄs iomlĂĄn. Agus lean ort, nĂl sĂ© deacair iarracht a dhĂ©anamh rud Ă©igin mar sin a lipĂ©adĂș ...
Is Ă© an pointe go i an imeall aisteach sin de cĂ© a aimsĂonn taobh fiĂĄin an tsaoil, TĂłgann Monroe ceapacha Ă©ifeachtacha, a thĂ©ann go dĂreach chuig an scaoll intomhaiste sin taobh thiar de leochaileacht ĂĄr leasa (lĂ©irĂonn sĂ© leochaileacht inniu sa rĂ© iar-Chovid). AGUS ansin glacann an fionraĂ mĂ©id an bhagairt, ar an eagla uafĂĄsach sin a thugann rabhadh duit fĂ©in do fĂ©asĂłga a chur ag maos ...
BeagĂĄn beag tĂĄ ĂșrscĂ©alta an Ășdair BhĂ©arla seo ag teacht chun na SpĂĄinne taobh thiar dĂĄ chomhghleacaithe iomrĂĄiteacha ian rang o SeĂĄn connolly. Agus is Ă an fhĂrinne nĂĄ, maidir le hĂ©ifeachtĂșlacht a cheapacha a luaitear thuas, nach bhfuil aon rud nĂos oiriĂșnaĂ nĂĄ an tsĂ©is sinistr sin de rĂ©altacht amhrasach atĂĄ timpeall orainn lena scĂĄth Ă©adrom agus atĂĄ ag fĂĄs. Is fĂ©idir fiĂș ĂĄr n-aitheantas a cheistiĂș nuair a phĂ©inteĂĄlann tĂș garbh.
Nach Ă© sin lĂ©ann Monroe pointĂ tuar fĂ©in-chomhlĂonta sinistr, ach is fĂor freisin nuair a aimsĂtear an peephole as a charachtair a bhreathnĂș agus iad in aimsir aimsir, nĂl aon rud mar an gcĂ©anna arĂs ...
ĂrscĂ©alta molta le JS Monroe
DĂ©an dearmad orm
NĂ dhĂ©anfaidh aon nĂ cad ba chĂłir dĂł nĂł b'fhĂ©idir cad ba chĂłir Ă© a bheith, ach nach bhfuil tĂș in ann Ă© a bhaint amach. Sa chineĂĄl seo ĂșrscĂ©alta labyrinthine teannann na cineĂĄlacha leis an nĂłisean sin dĂĄr gcuimhne mar rud aisteach cinnte, atĂĄ in ann radharc a athchruthĂș go beacht Ăłna Ăłige ach atĂĄ oilte freisin ar fhreagra na ceiste simplĂ faoi na rudaĂ a dâith muid inniu a cheilt. ImrĂonn cuimhne linn. Agus aon rud nĂos liteartha ar fionraĂ nĂĄ an smaoineamh sin.
NĂ go bhfuil an argĂłint nua. Ach tugann Monroe a nĂłisean den neamhrĂ©adĂșil mar fhĂrinne nua a aistrĂtear le Seirbigh nĂł le plean sinistr Ă©igin atĂĄ freagrach as do shaol a scriosadh. DâfhĂ©adfadh sĂ© a bheith ina pharanĂłia ar tĂ do chĂșis a bhaint go deo nĂł an dĂoltas nach bhfuil sĂșil leis a ithe.
TĂĄ sĂ amuigh ag an doras. Fuair ââsĂ© ar an traein tar Ă©is seachtain deacair ag obair. Goideadh a sparĂĄn agus a cĂ©annacht leis. BhĂ a shaol ar fad istigh ann: pas, sparĂĄn, eochracha tĂ ... Nuair a bhĂ sĂ© ag iarraidh an goid a thuairisciĂș, bhĂ a intinn bĂĄn. NĂ raibh cuimhne aige fiĂș ar a hainm.
Deir sĂ© go bhfuil sĂ© ina chĂłnaĂ i do theach. Anois tĂĄ sĂ© os comhair doras tosaigh theach Tony agus Laura. TĂĄ sĂ cinnte go bhfuil sĂ© ina chĂłnaĂ ann. Ach nĂ fhaca siad riamh Ă ina saol. An ligfeĂĄ isteach Ă
teacht orm
Tuigeann Jar go gcaithfidh sĂ© leanĂșint ar aghaidh ag lorg a chailĂn, a fuair bĂĄs go hoifigiĂșil faoi uiscĂ an chĂ©. BhĂ sĂ© chomh ceangailte lĂ©i go bhfuil sĂ© dodhĂ©anta dĂł a thuiscint cĂ©n fĂĄth ar shocraigh Sara Ă©irĂ as. Tar Ă©is dĂł imeacht, agus le fĂorasc an cheartais scortha cheana fĂ©in i dtreo an fhĂ©inmharaithe, TĂĄ Jar fĂłs ina chĂłnaĂ san am sin, ag fanacht le bualadh arĂs lena chara Sara.
Mar lĂ©itheoir, in obsession Jar tosaĂonn tĂș ag roinnt an dĂłchais vaineach cĂ©anna, ag sĂșil go mbeidh fĂseanna an bhuachaill, a dul isteach i neurosis iomlĂĄn a iompĂș isteach i rud Ă©igin dearfach ar deireadh thiar. Sin an fĂĄth go gcrĂochnĂłidh teacht an rĂomhphoist le buille druma a mharcĂĄil i gcroĂ Jar agus i do chroĂ fĂ©in. Is cosĂșil go dĂrĂonn hallucination seasta Sara beo ar rĂ©iteach enigmatic agus dĂłchasach. NĂl le dĂ©anamh agat ach tĂș fĂ©in a sheoladh le creideamh sa tĂłir ar an gcailĂn.
NĂl a fhios agam, ar bhealach Ă©igin, go gcuireann an t-ĂșrscĂ©al seo tĂș Ăł ghnĂ© an-dlĂșth. TĂĄ sĂ© ionann is dĂĄ mbeadh ceann de na heasnaimh sin atĂĄ le feiceĂĄil ar an nuacht lonnaithe go tobann istigh ionat, agus peirspictĂocht duine Ă©igin bainteach go dĂreach faoi chraiceann Jar.
Agus tĂĄ sĂșil agat go bhfuil ficsean nĂos tairbhĂ an uair seo nĂĄ mar a bhĂonn rĂ©altacht de ghnĂĄth. Sin an fĂĄth go gcoinnĂonn tĂș an lĂ©itheoireacht, croĂbhriste ag an scĂ©insĂ©ir ach dĂłchasach i gcumhacht athmhuintearais na litrĂochta, ĂĄit ar fĂ©idir ga solais a bhualadh go tobann as an olc, an droim ar ais, an ceann is measa.
Beidh nĂł nach mbeidh. DĂ©anfaidh Jar gach rud ar a thaobh, agus beidh tĂș in Ă©ineacht leis amhail is dĂĄ mbeifeĂĄ in Ă©ineacht le grĂĄ a raibh sĂ© i gceist agat ar dtĂșs Ă© a shaoradh Ăłna chrĂĄ agus a dtugann tĂș cuireadh dĂł nĂos dĂ©anaĂ rĂșndiamhair an rĂomhphoist sin a sheoladh.