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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
The attacks come out of nowhere and leave behind a blood-soaked trace of destruction and death. Just one unexpected moment is all it needs to unfold its reign of terror and fear. Nobody knows this better than an old homeless man and two brothers from the rundown outskirts of a big city.
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Tales from hell
BookRix GmbH & Co. KG80331 MunichTales from hell
Preston Child asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of these short stories.
The attacks come out of nowhere and leave behind a blood-soaked trace of destruction and death. Just one unexpected moment is all it needs to unfold its reign of terror and fear. Nobody knows this better than an old homeless man and two brothers from the rundown outskirts of a big city.
These stories are a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The girl with sad eyes
The old man did not know where she came from; she suddenly stood next to him, took his hand and looked at him with her sad big black eyes.
“Grandpa, I’m hungry.” She weakly whispered and pointed at a small snack bar.
“I don’t have anything to eat myself, sweetheart.” He lied, but she could not know that and actually, it was not exactly a lie. He really had nothing to eat, however, the coins for his next bottle of booze jingled in his pocket.
“Grandpa, please, I’m hungry. Please…” She implored him and tugged at his hand.
“Who are you, sweetheart?” He did not want to walk to the snack bar with her and most of all he did not want to give up on the booze for the night to buy her something to eat.
“Grandpa, please, I’m hungry.“
With a slight discomfort, which he could not explain himself, the little girl led him over to the snack bar where he used his tediously penned pennies to buy a ham croissant that he handed her.
She greedily grabbed for it with her little hand, immediately a grateful glow mirrored her sad eyes and softened his heart.
She had led her head in his lap and slept peacefully while he leaned with his back against the tiled wall of an underground station platform - the one he called his home for some weeks - and thought about her. Actually, he had planned to bring her to the next police station as soon as possible, yet some inner voice told him, that this could wait; for too long he had longed for a companion. He was sure that there they could take care of her more properly and they might already have a missing report that clarified her origin so that they could bring her home again.
So what should he do with her now?
