((Hi guys this is my first fic here. I started with that story but i don´t know where it leads on. So please excuse my english, it isn´t my first language. I hope it is a little interesting and may anda enjoy it. komentar would be nice, thanx and enjoy it!))
Something strange coming up from behind. My blood felt ice cold and my veins froze as I saw through the darkness. A stupid noise cleared my mind and I opened my eyes. A woman stood right in front of me. She was starring at me without a sound. Nothing. Not any emotion coulered her face. I froned my forehead, tried to speak, but can´t. My Mouth was strangled with a dirty old leather cloth. I didn´t figure out where am i. It was black around me except for the glare of this lamp which was now in front of me instead the woman. My arms and my legs were also tied up. I couldn´t pindah any muscle. Silence. Butcherly silence.
Was that a nightmare? Was my mind playing a direful trick on me? Didn´t know, didn´t even want to know. I closed my eyes again. Took a deep breathe. Tried to stay cool. After a few menit I felt like someone came up to me. I opened my eyes again. God! I wanted to scream, but couldn´t. The light was hurting in my eyes even words could never explain. I felt someone starring at me again from behind. I heared him breathe. My jantung was beating like I was to be on a run from my hunters. The person behind me came up closer to me. Thought I could feel the warmth of the body. A voice, low and gruff.
“So, anda thought anda could even break into my office unseen?”
Well, is this guy stupid? How should I even answer with this thing in my mouth? But now I started to remember.
>>3 years yang lalu my Grandfather told me a story about a guy living in France. A rich guy who emigrated in 1966 from Edinburgh, Scotland, to La Rochelle. He lived there in a mansion near oleh the city. A journalist wrote some artikel about him between 1967 and 1974. People speculated about him being the devil in person. My Grandfather also told me about a medal he found in 1944 during its term in the Army near oleh the Normandy. It looks like an old emas coin like Romans featured it long long time before. Grandpa didn´t tampil this medal anybody except this man, who had an consolidated knowledge about history and antiques. He laughed about my Grandpa and told him this medal is a fake, but my Grandpa didn´t believe him. As my Grandpa would leave him, he was stopped oleh the man. “Hey you! This fake is not yours. It among to a museum. People also should know about fakes which were made….maybe 50 atau 60 years ago. I´ll give anda 5 for it.”
He didn´t sell this medal to him, but a few bulan later someone had stolen it. My Grandpa never involved the police atau somebody else. But he remembered the man from Edinburgh when he read an artikel about him in the newspaper in 1969.
Years went oleh and one hari as I just arrived from college he told me this story and showed me a picture of the medal. It was curios. So I went back to college and asked my Prof about this medal after tampilkan him the picture. He coughs two atau three times, then frowned his forehead and said: Hm, boy…it looks like an old greek coin. Where did anda found that?
I told him the story of my Grandfather but he frowned his forehead again and begun to laugh.
So I started to research everything about the man and the journalist and the medal. After that I took a flight to France and…..yes I broke into his mansion and looked after that medal. And from this on I couldn´t really remember what the hell happened to me.<<
Somebody from behind loosen my bonds and disenthralled me from that leather thing in my mouth. I breathed a few times very hardly. Suddenly the light got off and I was caught into darkness again. I heard the person going away, left me alone. I want to speak but didn´t know what to say. After a while I tried to got off of that chair I was sitting at. Searching for the lamp to switch it on. But I didn´t found a light switch. I strayed around the darkness and tried to check out the room I was caught in. I touched the dinding and walked along, touching the dinding all the time. God damn! I counted my steps but I couldn´t get an realistic result cause it was too dark and I didn´t even know where in this fucking room I started measuring. I searched for that chair I was handcuffed before. I stumbled across it, then tried to pindah it to the wall. Thank God! It worked. Now I started measuring the room again. My prison was 8 feet long on one side and 6 feet on the other. I sinked to the floor. Resigned and anxious. I began to shout. “Hey there! Is there anybody? hey there! I´m not your enemy! What the hell is going on here? Are anda guys fucking nuts? Hey!”
Silence. No answer, no steps, nothing. What if I wasn´t any longer in that mansion I broke in? What if they diplaced me somewhere else when I was senseless? What if….? No! Hell no! I won´t die here! Or?
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Something strange coming up from behind. My blood felt ice cold and my veins froze as I saw through the darkness. A stupid noise cleared my mind and I opened my eyes. A woman stood right in front of me. She was starring at me without a sound. Nothing. Not any emotion coulered her face. I froned my forehead, tried to speak, but can´t. My Mouth was strangled with a dirty old leather cloth. I didn´t figure out where am i. It was black around me except for the glare of this lamp which was now in front of me instead the woman. My arms and my legs were also tied up. I couldn´t pindah any muscle. Silence. Butcherly silence.
Was that a nightmare? Was my mind playing a direful trick on me? Didn´t know, didn´t even want to know. I closed my eyes again. Took a deep breathe. Tried to stay cool. After a few menit I felt like someone came up to me. I opened my eyes again. God! I wanted to scream, but couldn´t. The light was hurting in my eyes even words could never explain. I felt someone starring at me again from behind. I heared him breathe. My jantung was beating like I was to be on a run from my hunters. The person behind me came up closer to me. Thought I could feel the warmth of the body. A voice, low and gruff.
“So, anda thought anda could even break into my office unseen?”
Well, is this guy stupid? How should I even answer with this thing in my mouth? But now I started to remember.
>>3 years yang lalu my Grandfather told me a story about a guy living in France. A rich guy who emigrated in 1966 from Edinburgh, Scotland, to La Rochelle. He lived there in a mansion near oleh the city. A journalist wrote some artikel about him between 1967 and 1974. People speculated about him being the devil in person. My Grandfather also told me about a medal he found in 1944 during its term in the Army near oleh the Normandy. It looks like an old emas coin like Romans featured it long long time before. Grandpa didn´t tampil this medal anybody except this man, who had an consolidated knowledge about history and antiques. He laughed about my Grandpa and told him this medal is a fake, but my Grandpa didn´t believe him. As my Grandpa would leave him, he was stopped oleh the man. “Hey you! This fake is not yours. It among to a museum. People also should know about fakes which were made….maybe 50 atau 60 years ago. I´ll give anda 5 for it.”
He didn´t sell this medal to him, but a few bulan later someone had stolen it. My Grandpa never involved the police atau somebody else. But he remembered the man from Edinburgh when he read an artikel about him in the newspaper in 1969.
Years went oleh and one hari as I just arrived from college he told me this story and showed me a picture of the medal. It was curios. So I went back to college and asked my Prof about this medal after tampilkan him the picture. He coughs two atau three times, then frowned his forehead and said: Hm, boy…it looks like an old greek coin. Where did anda found that?
I told him the story of my Grandfather but he frowned his forehead again and begun to laugh.
So I started to research everything about the man and the journalist and the medal. After that I took a flight to France and…..yes I broke into his mansion and looked after that medal. And from this on I couldn´t really remember what the hell happened to me.<<
Somebody from behind loosen my bonds and disenthralled me from that leather thing in my mouth. I breathed a few times very hardly. Suddenly the light got off and I was caught into darkness again. I heard the person going away, left me alone. I want to speak but didn´t know what to say. After a while I tried to got off of that chair I was sitting at. Searching for the lamp to switch it on. But I didn´t found a light switch. I strayed around the darkness and tried to check out the room I was caught in. I touched the dinding and walked along, touching the dinding all the time. God damn! I counted my steps but I couldn´t get an realistic result cause it was too dark and I didn´t even know where in this fucking room I started measuring. I searched for that chair I was handcuffed before. I stumbled across it, then tried to pindah it to the wall. Thank God! It worked. Now I started measuring the room again. My prison was 8 feet long on one side and 6 feet on the other. I sinked to the floor. Resigned and anxious. I began to shout. “Hey there! Is there anybody? hey there! I´m not your enemy! What the hell is going on here? Are anda guys fucking nuts? Hey!”
Silence. No answer, no steps, nothing. What if I wasn´t any longer in that mansion I broke in? What if they diplaced me somewhere else when I was senseless? What if….? No! Hell no! I won´t die here! Or?
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