Entangled Souls E-Book

Bettina Buechel

• Herausgeber: Bettina Buechel
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

Does life still make sense when everything has been taken from you? Your brother is dead because you could not save him. Your girlfriend left you because your depression became too much to bear. You have cut off contact with your parents. In this situation with no way out, John sees no other option than to put an end to his pitiful life. Only by coincidence can his neighbor Peter, a vivacious young man, hinder this tragic act. John is everything but happy about it. However Peter does not give up on him and does everything he can to put life back into him. But a fateful discovery and the dark power of black magic arise, allowing John to follow a path from which there is no return. A disastrous tragedy takes its course ...Mercilessly thrilling to the last page!

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 About this book

Does life still make sense when everything has been taken from you? Your brother is dead because you could not save him. Your girlfriend left you because your depression became too much to bear. You have cut off contact with your parents.

In this situation with no way out, John sees no other option than to put an end to his pitiful life. Only by coincidence can his neighbor Peter, a vivacious young man, hinder this tragic act. John is everything but happy about it. But Peter does not give up on him and does everything he can to put life back into him.

But a fateful discovery and the dark power of black magic arise, allowing John to follow a path from which there is no return. A disastrous tragedy takes its course...

... Mercilessly thrilling to the last page!

Entangled Souls

By

Bettina Buechel

Thriller

Prologue

Darkness and silence were his constant companions. Only when it was absolutely necessary would he subject himself to the noise and garish daylight of the outside world. He had learned to cherish the loneliness that surrounded him inside his four walls in the past few years. Nothing could tarnish his inner peace that he felt in his hours of creativity. His usual and, in the meantime, so trusted environment was screened off from all noise and misery. And yet he always felt as though he had not arrived yet. His desired goal could only be achieved with great patience and endurance. Plus he was a perfectionist and abhorred any failure. His following was growing without doubt month by month, but he was not still far removed from the desired destination. This brutalized planet was just teeming with confused and directionless people who were only waiting to be commanded and instructed by him. They were virtually begging for answers and hung on his virtual lips like moths to a light. He would give them what they wanted and they, sooner or later, would repay him the suitable price for his services.

He opened up his laptop. The screen awoke after a few seemingly endless seconds. The homepage of the social network Fredboard popped up. The interface he almost exclusively used to make contact with the outside world. This unbelievable instrument of manipulation became a very good friend to him ever since he discovered it online by happenstance. Without Fredboard he would certainly not have achieved what he had up to that point with solely the help of this tool. And despite this, he could not give himself a triumphant pat on the back yet. He still had a long way to go. The loud beep that indicated he earned a new follower ripped him from his euphoric thoughts. He smiled. Not a minute later he greeted the new minion personally on his timeline. He desired his advice, as did dozens of others before him. And he would receive it. For free, without any financial compensation. Ever since his first consultation at the beginning of his online activities, he was accommodating and generous. This tactic had proven itself and because of this he continued using it. Only when he was certain that he could be sure of the new follower did he start to require financial compensation for his assistance. Generally not in the form of material support, except he was short on funds which did not often affect his way of life. What was much more crucial to him was challenging the dark souls of his fans. He was obsessed with pushing them to the limits of the imaginable. How far would the individual go to overcome their malcontent and find peace for their soul? The human soul was weak and gruesome, even when many psychiatrists and other alleged professionals tried to convince the world that the opposite was true. They just ignored the many recidivists who hardly reoffended while at large. He would prove to the world that he was right in his assessment of the human character. The art of manipulation was his greatest trump.

He quickly typed a usual and easily applicable answer to the inquiry that had just come in. It was short but precise. If the new protégé had even the slightest bit of intelligence, he would solve the issue without any major problems. If not, then he was not meant for his august circle anyway. How long would it take until the newest member of his fan community would make use of the next and most significant step in his assistance?

Chapter 1

John stood at the bridge, bored, and watched the countless fish in the river snapping at bread crumbs as he tossed them in regular intervals. Yet another of those endless, listless Sundays. If only it were Monday, he thought. Then at least he wouldn't have to kill the hours alone just to put his dismal free time behind him. The days in the office were much more preferable to these wretched Sundays. He was probably the only person in this damn world who thought so. Nothing had been the way it once was since Rosie left him. He could so clearly remember how, one year before, her approachable manner allowed him to finally crawl out of his shell. But her efforts didn't last long. She soon grew vapid, bored in his presence. He just did not have the drive or the power to enjoy the beautiful, exciting things in life with her. After everything that had befallen him before they first met, he was content keeping things to himself. He couldn't change his spots, although it did not escape him how much she suffered for it. His constant ill temper and spells of depression exhausted her, and she had explained this to him. She just wanted to live and could no longer bear being dragged down with him. Then what had to happen, happened. One day after another, she packed her things and vanished. She always made it unmistakably clear when she concretely stated that he was not to look for her, to never contact her by phone. She had had enough of him. Maybe it was his lot in life to scrape out his existence as a loner and a pariah.