Spooky Eyes
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Narrateur(s):
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Anne Drebenstedt
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Auteur(s):
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Stefanie Keen
À propos de cet audio
A hazy night, the Moon with a halo of light, some hairy.
Besides a few scattered insect calls, the surrounding area is silent. The occasional coughing sounds shatter the night sky. This is a remote public house, isolated at the foot of a short hill. The September night is still a bit hot. In the public house, on the roof of the terrace, is a gray bag, gently moving. But the movement is getting bigger.
It was a man and a woman, lying on the cool mat on the terrace, writhing and rolling. The man was breathing heavily and moving roughly, the woman was struggling to get free, and a fierce battle was unfolding. With a crunching sound of tearing cloth, the woman screamed in fear. This scream does not matter. Startled, on a nearby tree, an old crow made a few "croak, croak" sounds as if flew away. The man went away, and the woman got away, crawling and rolling. The man was annoyed, and quickly crawled over to pounce, but stepped on a foot. The woman used the other foot to kick hard. The man did not hold on, and the woman rolled up. Suddenly, there was a black shadow on the roof, then a scream and more old crows started croaking.
The woman fell, and he sat down, overwhelmed, staring blankly at the cloud-covered hairy Moon, unaware that it had gone into hiding. He was a two-faced man, a split personality, half awake from a deep dream. When he realized he had killed his wife, he stood up and tried to jump to save her. But he did not jump; he came to his senses and flew down the stairs of the house.
As he rushed down to the yard below, a large black bird rose into the air, and he saw that it was an owl. The man on the ground was motionless and fell right onto the stone slab next to the dry well. The man picked up the woman wrapped in a sheet, put a hand to her nose, but felt no air, just felt sticky. So he touched her face, but it was also sticky. He quickly held her to the light at the door to take a look, only to see a bloody face. Instead of her eyes, he saw two bloody holes; a pair of eyeballs have been gouged away by owls....
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