August 13th, 1998 (DAY 7)
Our last day in Rennes-le-Château,After the events from yesterday, we had QUITE enough of the mystery and we decided to stay "Home", observing the tourists (which has become a very fun thing to do to put our minds at ease) and further await what else falls from the sky.
This time, something LITERALLY fell from the sky.
After spending the majority of the day lazily hanging around, sleeping and
eating, we did for the tenth time our "circuit: bedroom - terrace Villa
Bethania"
Around 4.00pm we were cozily sleeping in our bed, while I woke up from
terrible noises outside, a gang of tourists passed beneath our
bedroom window with the appropriate yelling and laughing.
And then it happened...
A noise, best comparable with a plastic bag in someone's hands, flew over our
heads...
I ignored the sound and went back to sleep.
A second time...
Shit! These tourists are making a TERRIBLE noise!
Lotje is still deep in the land of dreams, so again I ignore the sound and
try to sleep again.
Coincidentally (this word appears A LOT in this diary..so I'm doubting it's
meaning), I open my eyes and this time I SEE the sound flying over our
heads...something black.. HUGE!
Something is in the room!!!
Was it because of the strange events of the last days? I don't know.
But Lotje and I suddenly jumped up and moved from our bed in full panic.
Before we had went to bed , Lotje had noticed that the strange male local
villager (the one that took my picture) was sitting in the front garden of
the Villa Bethania...that is in front of our bedroom.
Bizarre...but we're not easy to surprise...at least NOT ANYMORE.