Novels by Al Vergara

Thirteen was in the dining room, it was very few times that she ate together with all the inmates in the area, she had been in the psychiatric hospital for more than two years, since she saw his whole life collapse, his mind played bad Past, this day was quiet, her mother had not visited her in days, since the day she spoke with the kind Dr. Abello, if he was a kind man, he reminded her of her biological father, if she remembered him.One of the students who witnessed the sessions with her, worked in the area as a resident, observed the woman from a distance, produced a sensation of pain every time he observed her, for her case, the antecedents they marked, the signs and symptoms He did not want to make a prognosis, but he was one hundred percent sure that thirteen, if patient thirteen would never leave the fantasy world that lived in her head, although on some occasions she was lucid on others not so much.That day Dr. Abelló had con

In 1903 she was in the hospital garden for the first time; This was the occasion that she had waited so long for, she was ten years old in that place, the smell of flowers, trees, the air itself, all that filled her senses and perception. Dr. Samaniego gave the authorization to let her go out for a few minutes, all this due to her good behavior in the last sessions.Dr. Lanah watched the woman from the window overlooking the gardens, many patients were in the place; But the one who stood out the most was she, that woman who from the moment she arrived at Fray Bernardino could never touch that space until that moment when she walked among the rose bushes, looked at her scrutinizingly, she was not deceived, 1903 was manipulative and dangerous .Dr. Samaniego approached the woman; I was doing a tour of the facilities, I did not have a fixed day to do that tour and supervise that all things were running normally, I did it that way, both in wards

They were in consultation with Dr. Abello, again in Gesell's chamber, the students of the specialty in psychiatry every day, they found more interesting things in the case of patient 13, Dr. Abello had decided not to reveal the name of said patient out of professional ethics, but wanted her students to see her case.Tell me thirteen, how are you feeling today? - Abello asked kindly to the woman who was sitting in front of him- the woman when hearing the voice of the doctor looked up, but did not focus on him, if not on someone invisible, smiled at that something, and turned to see the man who had questioned her before.Very well, I always feel very well, I told her that my mother came to visit me, well she came and told me about the stupid ex-boyfriend, - the woman saw that invisible something, that made her signs that she will not speak, that It was better to remain silent, thirteen nodded to that character who was in front of her to remain silent again.

Dr. Abelló's class, the group was discussing the case of patient 13, that's what he called himself, the Doctor did not give them the name of the woman yet, the chair of the day could not be in Gesell since patient 13 she had suffered from a seizure of epilepsy the day before and was in the hospital at the time, and had a neurological monitoring.Okay guys, what have you investigated about our patient 13's symptoms ?; I await her hypothesis, her possible symptoms and her theories about her.Andrea Santos, one of the doctor's best students, raised her hand to ask for a word --- from what we can identify, she has strong traits of paranoid schizophrenia and there are also schizoid traits; but the strangest thing is that in the last consultation she had coherent language- Santos term.That's right, Santos- said Abello sometimes returns to reality, but not all, let's continue with the case and a bit of the girl's story ...&nb

Dr. Samaniego arrived at work that day, the place was quite chaotic, he still had a consultation to give, not because he was the director, he was not exempt from not having patients; But he still had to talk to Dr. Lanah, about patient 1903. That number told him something, but he didn't remember any more, it was his second day at work, he had prepared for it so he would take it forward.SOMEWHERE ELSE ...A group of students found themselves in practices, at that time they were in Gessell's chamber, they had a class with Dr. Abelló, they were going to have a session with a schizophrenic patient, many of them were studying psychiatry.Dr. Abello entered and with him two men who were leading a woman, she had her short hair, which was light brown, her eyes were lost, she did not know at what moment they were.They were in a regression, suffering from catatonic schizophrenia, there were times when he stayed in one position.

It was a rainy morning in Mexico City; she looked gray because of the smog covering her, it was her first day

Detective Harry Macmillan was in an office at Scotland Yard, who had taken an oath herself, to find the murderer of Willemina Winchester; she was analyzing some papers, they were the notes on how the body had been found, with a couple of holes in the neck, some of the funeral service agents and others said with fear; "It must be a vampire", "or some demonic being", those were the rumors that ran through the streets of the city, in the other bodies that had been found the marks were the same, he had his fountain pen between his lips and his nose, he thoughtfully read each one of those notes.The night fog of London began to fall, and the cold that caused this began to soak to the marrow of the bones, in the fireplace that was in her office, the fire leapt happily between the logs that were completely lit.I had seen this type of crime on one occasion in Surrey, two wounds in a main vein of the body, wanting to bleed the victim,

Night was falling on the London capital, the few lights that illuminated King Cross were beginning to turn on, some carriages pulled by beautiful horses of all colors were circulating on the king's road.A place began to show bustle and vulgar piano music, the smells of cheap perfume, hair oil and rouge were the mixture of the place, beautiful and not so beautiful women were working, vulgar laughter was mixed with other sounds; a man dressed entirely in black, from footwear to an old felt hat, looked like something out of a horror tale.That man looked carefully at each of the women in the place, he had a glass of port in his right hand and in the other a cane with a silver handle; He studied each of the women and people who were inside the place, the person in charge of the place approached him to ask if she was interested in any of the girls in the place to have a good time.If I like that one, the one with black hair

Harry Macmillan stood in the Winchesters' tearoom with a hat in one hand and in the other, clad in black gloves, he introduced himself to Lady Winchester and her boyfriend, Sir Robert Jones.Come in, have a seat, Sir Macmillan? -the woman offered him her place in front of her and hers promised hers, the living room could be heard murmurs that came from the kitchen, they were the employees who were fixing and cleaning the place.Can I offer you something? - Elizabeth questioned the newcomer - a tea, wishky? - The lady took a seat, the men were standing while they waited for her to take a seat; When they finished doing it, they proceeded to do the same action above.A Whiskey please, Miss Winchester, as I have told you upon my arrival I have come to speak about your sister and the murderer of midnight, I have also come to offer my services to solve the crime, but above all to do justice to your young sister and other girls

The cold morning of the English capital could be felt in all aspects, a funeral procession was followed by many people, the youngest daughter of the Earl of Winchester was to be buried, the family crypt, large, gloomy and cold, would be the last resting place of Willemina Winchester, her loved ones were preparing to say goodbye, just a few months ago their mother passed away from a heart attack, leaving the sisters heartbroken.The pain that Elizabeth felt, could not be described in words, her little sister, Willy, would never see her again with her beautiful sky blue eyes; the men dressed in black lowered the glass coffin, and she led her into the crypt, she would soon have to leave her in the coldness of that place.I promise you, Willy, I swear, I will find that person who killed you- Elizabeth said with tears in her eyes- I will make him pay, I will not rest until I see him sunk in jail paying for your death- the woman wiped her eyes wit

Sir, I am enclosing half a kidney that I took from a woman and that I have kept for you, the other part I fried and ate, it was very tasty. I can send you the bloody knife with which it was extracted, if you wait a bit. "- Jack the RipperIt was the year 1899 in the capital of England, it was a rainy and cold autumn night, a shadow was walking through the cobbled streets, a carriage was heading home, the horses could be heard walking slowly, the imposing Big Ben marked twelve o'clock. The night and a heartrending cry broke the silence that until now reigned in the streets.The police officers immediately arrived where the scream occurred, on the scene there was an elegantly dressed woman, it was Lady Willemina Winchester, daughter of the Duche of Winchester, she had a cut on her neck that looked like two holes in the jugular vein, the blood ran from the neck to the beginning of the chest, her gray silk dress with garnet t