The Cannibal Cooking Class E-Book

Lars Brenner

• Herausgeber: epubli
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 131

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

The Cannibal Cooking Class In the remote village of Fichtenwalde, people keep disappearing - but no one talks about it. The somewhat clumsy private detective Nobby Kruse is commissioned by the beautiful Claudia Bergmann to find her missing father. He soon discovers a dark, horrifying truth: a mysterious cult that performs human sacrifices and indulges in gruesome ritual cannibalism. In the hunt for the truth, Nobby and Claudia get deeper and deeper into a web of violence, secrets and dark machinations. As the detective searches for answers in his own, unorthodox way, it quickly becomes clear: Fichtenwalde is not just about life and death - it's about a dark, bloody legacy. "The Cannibal Cooking Class" is a dark, darkly humorous thriller that combines horror, eroticism and suspense in a disturbing way.

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Title:The Cannibal Cooking Class

Author: Lars Brenner

Biography:

Lars Brenner was born in Hamburg in 1985 and grew up in a small town on the North Sea. Even as a child he was fascinated by dark stories and unexplored mysteries, which inspired him to write his own stories. Instead of studying classical literature, he decided to train in media production, where he learned the art of storytelling in a variety of forms. After a few years, he began to concentrate on writing as a screenwriter and editor. His first literary attempts led him into the world of thrillers and horror, genres in which he lived out his passion for suspense and eerie atmosphere. Today, Brenner lives as a freelance author in Berlin and writes mainly dark, gripping stories that deal with the depths of the human psyche andsecret worlds. Lars Brenner is known for his dry humor and his ability to portray the uncanny in a way that shocks and fascinates his readers in equal measure.

Chapter 1: The Missing Souls Norbert "Nobby" Kruse's office smelled, as always, of stale beer, cold smoke and a hint of despair. The blinds were half drawn, the light was dim and the wallpaper was peeling off the walls in irregular patches. His desk was a chaotic collection of empty pizza boxes, old newspapers and an ashtray that had long since overflowed. In the background an old fan hummed, making more noise than it actually cooled. Nobby himself sat in his worn leather armchair, his feet propped up on the table, reading an old edition of the Hamburger Morgenpost . He took a big swig from his beer bottle, burped loudly and muttered: "Shitty day. No money, no plan, and the old lady from yesterday never got in touch again." Just as the newspaper managed to smash into a corner, the door opened. The woman who came in was like a slap in the face – but in the best sense. Long, shiny, dark hair fell in perfect waves over hershoulders, her green eyes sparkled like emeralds, and her figure -Nobby let his gaze wander unabashedly over her curves - was a mixture of sinful and elegant. She wore a tight-fitting red dress that left little to the imagination and high heels that clicked on the old wooden floor of his office. "Are you... er, the private detective?" she asked in a voice so velvety that Nobby almost spilled his beer.

"Yeah, that's me," he said, getting to his feet. He tried to look casual, but failed miserably when he kicked the trash can. "Nobby Kruse, private detective and jack of all trades. What can I do for you, Mrs... er...?"

"Claudia. Claudia Bergmann." She pulled up a chair and sat down, elegant as a cat who knew she had all the attention in the room. "I need your help."

"Yes, I can see that." Nobby grinned broadly and fell back into his chair. "But let's be honest, Mrs Bergmann - what exactly is going on?" And how much are you paying me to hand it over?"

Claudia leaned forward slightly and Nobby had to pull himself together not to stare too obviously at her cleavage. "My father... he's disappeared. I haven't heard from him for two weeks. He was in Fichtenwalde, a small village somewhere in the middle of nowhere, resting. But... I think something terrible has happened."

"Fichtenwalde?" Nobby raised an eyebrow and scratched his chin. "Sounds like a place where dogs say goodnight to each other and people still attack strangers with pitchforks." Did the old man perhaps just decide to stay there? A bit of peace and quiet, a few cows, a hot dairymaid... you know."

"Listen," said Claudia sharply, slamming her hand on the table. "My father is not a village idiot who suddenly has a craving for cows!" He wrote to me regularly - until two weeks ago. And then there was this letter..." She pulled a crumpled envelope out of her handbag and pushed it across the table. Nobby reached for it, pulled out the sheet of paper and glanced at it. The handwriting was uneven, the words confused.

"Claudia, I have discovered something. Something I should never have seen. They are coming. Please come and get me before it is too late."

"Shit," muttered Nobby, scratching his head. "That sounds like something out of a damn horror movie. Have you called the cops yet?" Claudia snorted disparagingly. "The police think he just left. 'Men his age sometimes do things like that,' they said. But I know my father. He would never panic me like that for no reason."

Nobby leaned back and studied her closely. She looked worried, but there was something else there too - something he couldn't quite place. Was it fear? Or maybe guilt? He decided to save it for later. "Okay, Claudia," he finally said and threw the letter on the table. "I'll take on the case. But I'll tell you right away: I'm not cheap, and I don't work on credit."

"The money is no problem." She pulled a check out of her purse and placed it in front of him. "Here. A deposit." Nobby whistled through his teeth when he saw the sum. "Well, for that money I'll even find your lost virginity." Claudia ignored the comment and stood up. "I'll wait outside. Pack your things - we're leaving right away."

"Wait a minute," protested Nobby. "I'm the boss here. I decide what we want and how we get started. And anyway, what do you mean by 'we'? I work alone."

"This is my father, damn it!" I will not let you out of my sight!" Her voice was sharp now and her eyes sparkled with determination.

Nobby raised his hands in a placating gesture. "It's OK, lady. Calm down. I just need to pack my things and then we can go. But you drive - I drank a little too much yesterday." He grinned crookedly and reached for his jacket. As Claudia left, Nobby sat back in his chair for a moment and took a deep breath. "What a bombshell," he muttered. "But I bet that woman will put me in the grave faster than I can spell 'Fichtenwalde'."

With this thought he stood up, grabbedhis bag and followed her out into the oppressive summer heat of Hamburg.

Chapter 2: The Mission

The journey toFichtenwaldewas as crappy as Nobby had imagined. His old, rusty VW Beetle rattled along the bumpy country roads as if it was about to fall apart. The interior was sticky and the air conditioning - if you could call the little fan that - had long since given up the ghost. Claudia sat in the passenger seat, her perfectly made-up face staring blankly at the fields passing by, occasionally letting out an annoyed sigh. "I'll tell you, lady," Nobby began, scratching his chin, "Fichtenwalde sounds like a place where time has stood still. There are probably more cows than people, and the only attraction is a half-collapsed fairground carousel." “Do you always have so much to say, or is it just because I’m here?” Claudia asked coolly, without looking at him.

"It depends," Nobby replied, grinning crookedly. "With women like you, I like to talk so you don't get bored." Besides, who wants silence? It's like afuneral in here." Claudia rolled her eyes as Nobby abruptly turned the car, causing her to quickly slam into the door.

“Could you please drive a little more carefully?” she snapped. "Hey, calm down, I've got the car under control," said Nobby, tapping the dashboard as he tried to encourage the car. "The Beetle and I are a well-rehearsed team." It's always brought us home so far."

“Well, hopefully he brings us to Fichtenwalde alive,” Claudia murmured before turning back to the window.

When they finally arrived in Fichtenwalde, it was already late afternoon. The place looked exactly as Nobby had imagined it would – small, remote and damn spooky. The houses were old and in a state that was somewhere between picturesque and dilapidated. A strange silence hung over everything, only interrupted by the occasional cawing of a bird orthe rustling of the trees in the wind. "What a welcoming shithole of a village," said Nobby as he parked the Beetle in the tiny town square. A few villagers were standing around in a group, staring at the new arrivals as if they were aliens.

“Don’t they have any other hobbies besides staring at strangers?” Claudia murmured. “Perhaps you are the first woman here to wear high heels instead of rubber boots,” replied Nobby, getting out of the car. The two grabbed their luggage and made their way to the only inn in the village, which bore the creative name "Zur Eiche". The old wooden door creaked loudly as she entered, and the inside smelled of stale beer, bacon, and something vaguely reminiscent of mold. Behind the counter stood an old woman with a face that looked as if it had been carved directly from a piece of wood. She gave them a suspicious look.

“What do you want here?” she asked in a voice that sounded as if she hadn’t felt any joy in decades.

“Room,” said Nobby shortly and puthis bag on the counter. "Two. Separate." The woman snorted. "We only have one double room. The rest are full." Claudia raised an eyebrow. "Full? In this village? I doubt it."

"Believe what you want, miss," said the woman coldly. "A room or no room." Nobby grinned crookedly. "Well, then we'll share a room. Don't worry, I only snore when I'm drunk." Claudia rolled her eyes. "I'm sleeping on the couch."

The room was as run down as the rest of the inn. The wallpaper was yellowed, the bed was quiet with every movement, and the window could only be opened to

The road to Fichtenwalde stretched like an endless, grey ribbon through the landscape. The rusty VW Beetle wheezed under the weight of luggage, the heat and Nobby's occasional curses. He had rolled down the windows, but the stuffy summer air was hardly a relief.Claudia was at the wheel, standing upright like a statue and staring intently at the road. Her perfume, a heavy, floral scent, filled the cabin and made Nobby almost dizzy. He hated not driving himself, but after a heated discussion that morning, he had realized that Claudia was probably the better choice when sober. "Do you always drive so tensely?" Nobby asked, glancing at her sideways. "Relax, we're not on the run. Not yet." Claudia furrowed her eyebrows and ignored him. Instead, she continued to concentrate on the country road that wound its way through the dense forest in tight curves. "You know the cart could fall apart at any time, don't you?" Nobby tapped the dashboard and there was a dull crack. "If that happens, I'm not carrying you to the next town." "Maybe I should let you out of here," Claudia muttered, giving him a cold look. "Then you could continue on foot. It would be good for your... constitution." "Oh, come on, sweetie. We're a team now, aren't we?" Nobby grinned broadly and shoved a handful of peanuts into his mouth."You, me, the Beetle -a small, happy family on the wrong path." Claudia rolled her eyes and focused on the road again. The forest around them became thicker and thicker, the shadows longer and longer. It felt as if time was slowing down the further they drove into nowhere. Finally, the village appeared before them. Fichtenwalde was a collection of old half-timbered houses surrounded by endless forests. It was quiet, quickly unnaturally quiet, as Claudia drove the Beetle into the market square and stopped. A few villagers stood in small groups and cast suspicious glances at them. "Friendly greeting," murmured Nobby as he got out and stretched his back. "They look

like they've never seen a stranger before." Claudia closed the car door a little too forcefully. "Maybe because you look like you've crawled out of a garbage can."

"Sarcasm doesn't suit you, Claudia," Nobby replied, shouldering his battered holdall. "Let me guess, you booked the inn in advance, didn't you?" She nodded and pointed to a building at the edge of the square. It was an old, two-storey half-timbered house with a sloping roof and blindWindows. Above the door hung a weathered sign reading "The Black Buck Inn." "Sounds inviting," said Nobby, and marched off. Claudia followed close behind him. Inside it was dark, musty and cold. The landlord, a plump man with a stained apron and a sullen expression, eyed them suspiciously as they entered. "Rooms?" he asked curtly, without any greeting. "Yes, two," said Claudia, but Nobby interrupted her. "One room is enough. We'll save money. Besides, who knows what kind of prices you charge here." The landlord didn't bat an eyelid, but slid a key across the counter. "Second floor, room three. Dinner is served until eight. After that it's quiet." "Thank you very much, my friend," said Nobby with mock cordiality, reaching for the key. "I love the personal touch." The room was small, sticky and smelled of old wood and mothballs. There was a narrow double bed, a tiny wardrobe and a window overlooking the dark forest. Nobby threw his bag on the floor and collapsed onto the bed. "God, I've slept in prison cells that were more comfortable," he said, rubbing his hands.the neck. "When exactly were you in prison?" Claudia asked dryly and started to unpack her things. "It was a long time ago." Youthful recklessness, a few false friends. Nothing wild." He waved her off. "But enough about me. What about you? Rich daughter, daddy disappears, and now you're playing the heroine? Sounds like a bad soap." "Maybe because you've never had a real challenge in your life," Claudia said, looking over her shoulder at him. Her green eyes flashed and for a moment Nobby was speechless. She really was damn pretty, but also damn exhausting. "Listen, princess," he said finally. "I'm here to find your father, not to argue with you." So let's just... get along somehow, OK?" "Agreed," Claudia said shortly. Then she turned back around and started to carefully stow her luggage. Nobby watched her for a moment and sighed. It was going to be a long week. Youthful recklessness, a few false friends. Nothing wild." He waved her off. "But enough about

me. What about you? Rich daughter, dad disappears, and now you're playing the heroine? Sounds like a bad soap."

"Maybe,because you've never had a real challenge in your life," Claudia said, looking over her shoulder at him. Her green eyes flashed, and for a moment Nobby was speechless. She was really damned pretty, but also damned exhausting. "Listen, Princess," he said finally. "I'm here to find your father, not to argue with you." So let's just... get on somehow, OK?" "Agreed," Claudia said shortly. Then she turned back and began to carefully stow her luggage. Nobby watched her for a moment and sighed. It was going to be a damned long week. Youthful recklessness, a few false friends. Nothing wild." He waved her off. "But enough about me. What about you? Rich daughter, daddy disappears, and now you're playing the heroine? Sounds like a bad soap." "Maybe because you've never had a real challenge in your life," Claudia said, looking over her shoulder at him. Her green eyes flashed, and for a moment Nobby was speechless. She was really damned pretty, but damned exhausting too. "Listen, Princess," he said finally. "I'm here to find your father, not to meet with you.argue. So let's just... get along somehow, okay?" "Agreed," Claudia said shortly. Then she turned back and began to carefully stow her luggage. Nobby watched her for a moment and sighed. It was going to be a long week.