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- Herausgeber: Al-Mashreq eBookstore
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Serie: Doc. Turner Series
- Sprache: Englisch
Witch-Bait by Arthur Leo Zagat is a captivating blend of supernatural suspense and chilling horror. When a small town is plagued by a series of eerie and unexplained occurrences, the townsfolk become convinced that a witch is lurking among them, using dark magic to wreak havoc. As fear spreads and paranoia sets in, an unlikely hero must delve into the town's shadowy past to uncover the truth behind the mysterious events. With each revelation, the line between reality and nightmare blurs, leading to a climactic showdown that will leave you breathless. Will they expose the real witch, or will the town be consumed by its own dark fears? Dive into this enthralling tale of deception and dark magic.
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Witch-Bait
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Year after year, Doc Turner guarded the ignorant, jittery folk on Morris Street—from themselves and from preying cutthroats. So naturally, when their grim secretiveness brought a new extortion plague upon them, he accepted the challenge, sallied forth to save his flock, pitting his feeble strength and courageous kindliness against old-world fears and an ugly death!
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ANDREW TURNER came awake with the swift awareness of old age. The sound that had roused him continued as he stared wide-eyed into the darkness of his room, which was close with a mustiness the open window could not defeat. The quavering, shrill scream of agony stabbed through the wall like a white-hot needle.
The thump of running, unshod footfalls underlay the screaming. Suddenly, the chamber resounded to the thunder of pounding knuckles on wood, as though it were the inside of a drum. Doc flung spindly shanks out from under sheets, called: "Who is it?" He padded through keen cold, which struck through his pajamas and racked his frail chest with a hacking cough. The doorknob was icy to his fingers. He cried again: "What is it?"
The knocking cut off, and a guttural voice, muffled by wood and tainted by the far-off anguish of that wailing scream, groaned, "Doc! Come quick. Mealy—Ach Gott!—Mealy iss shtricken."
Stale odors of forgotten meals gusted in as Turner jerked the door open. The tortured stare of china-blue eyes drowned in fat-rolls; the blanched colorlessness of pendulous, quivering cheek-flesh, made tragedy of the otherwise comical ballooning of candy-striped nightshirt over a swollen abdomen and the grotesque flapping of its hem against gargantuan, quivering thighs. A hand like a blob of un-shaped dough came out of dim, gaslight luminescence and folded on Doc's shoulder.
"Gome," the little, writhing mouth spurted. "Gome, Doc. Quick!"
"Otto!" Turner snapped. "I'll see what I can do, but you get pants on and go call a doctor."
"Kein—no doctor can her help. Ach! If she hatt only told me, die Hexe...!" Doc was past the corpulent man, hurrying through the malodorous corridor of the flat—where he rented a small room for the few hours' sleep his drugstore allowed him—plunging up uncarpeted, unwashed stairs. Pain-wail threaded out of vagueness—aiii!—aiii!—guiding him to where fierce agony made the night hideous. Surprisingly, there was no one in the hall; the paint-peeling doors he passed were tight-shut, blank-faced. Queer, he thought fleetingly, that the denizens of this slum-warren were not cluttering the halls and crowding into the Germels' flat. It is ordinarily only the well-to-do who smugly ignore the need of an ill neighbor.
